...my Detroit players
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Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn...
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Like Brooklyn
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Dogs follow the smell when dad is in the booth
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Mutki, bloody Babylon - you are not a joke
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Cloud individuals are bland as grandmas
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On the shoulder is a heavy Biggie, and on the neck is a monkey
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On the side are my skiffs, under the feet are the same Nike
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It seems to be not a billboard, I'm from the same gang
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Fly to Compton, pick up my brother
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Do not threaten the southern quarters, my guys are there
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God himself, loop on the contrary
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Clubs are not about us, we are different, we are not rushing
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We are going to the hut, chilling away from others
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If you want closer, black mouths grab you
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flow
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Fast as a fucking bolt
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Yo, no matter how much you look, we are the rarest variety
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On the way stand notorious on the cream
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Hajime is in touch if you asked.
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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Here you can see the crosses on the wires
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And people blacker than black
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The problem is not in words
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Like a broken Molotov cocktail
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In these cases, heads crumble, flasks are heated
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I left the room to remind you
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Who's here with Mike, street wake up
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My black magic broke the fader
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All self-made, sound from the basement
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This tempered and now cuts our katana
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Panda succumbed to the sound - a classic of the genre
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In the city of winds, from the bottom - this is my Chicago
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Hey, yo, flow
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YO has grown a microdistrict, and now he aims for the horizon and for the cordon
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Far beyond any cheap offices
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My support and support are the shoulders of my boys
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Keep your body away from the bass
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He tears the monitor like cardboard
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To their steppes from the mountains
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Like from Brooklyn to Compton
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared
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No-no-no fear, no lie
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Listen to my rhythm, hands up, I talk about a legalize
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If you scared, shut the fuck up, man, if you scared |