| Sick thoughts on my mind with no self control
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| Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
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| Sixteen years old with a heart that’s gold
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| Yo check it check it out like this, here we go
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| Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat
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| But now I’m gettin' much props like a fat cat
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| A young mack, but I don’t think I’m all that
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| I just can’t sweat another brother’s bozack
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| So what the fuck, y’all, movin' on up
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| Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
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| And if ya don’t like it and you wanna step up
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| Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts
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| Melachi the Nutcracker, I’m always gettin blacker
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| Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
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| I’m from the Bronx, New York City
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| The big fuckin' Apple where the niggas get busy
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| God bless the dead, and God rest my pops
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| Peace to the niggas goin' out bustin' shots |