| Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it
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| Winchester Remington’s, any shotty I’ll hit it
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| Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper
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| Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker
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| Yo, various styles and, various hot shit
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| Killed a nigga on a train with Barry Slotnick, dude
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| Bottom line, you ain’t ready for Ruck
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| Where your girl, duke, I’m ready to fuck
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| Do the knowledge, I’m ill
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| Especially when the god swallowing pills
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| Spaz out on your bitch while she gobble my dill
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| All my niggas went through drama, for real
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| Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville
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| Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill
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| Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo
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| Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill
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| Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah
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| Where it’s me and my niggas, my bitches, my guns and my cars
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| My dogs don’t care, they’ll kill these rap stars
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| I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad
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| I’mma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I’m shankin' y’all
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| Wind up in prison, no thanks to y’all
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| Come back to the block, then I break y’all balls
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| Get murked right on the spot, so we don’t have to brawl
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| Listen up, pa, don’t fuck with Agallah
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| None of these niggas could never see the catalog
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| I don’t give a fuck if it’s digital or analog
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| I flip, to any style, pa, press record
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| Give me a million, that’s how you blessed the lord
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| Bullshit me? |
| I won’t even step to y’all
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| Consider the shit, this is what I left with y’all
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| Look at all the hot shit, that I kept from y’all
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere
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| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right
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| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share
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| Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high
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| I love spittin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough
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| Like I love hittin' rats and hoes
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| I’ve been to club, where the stash is yo
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| Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god
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| Got some shit up in the trunk of my car
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| We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar
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| Bottom line duke; |
| fuck who you are
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| Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars
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| The flame from Ruck and Agallah, and Lenny and Spittley
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| We come through like this from Brooklyn, my niggas hopin' shitly
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| While niggas like Blick Street that be reppin' with me
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| My nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly
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| It’s Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly
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| We don’t waste no time, we take care of this quickly
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| For real my nitly, it’s about to get off the hitly
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| For shitly, you know where I’m at, my nigga, hit me
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| May God be with me, through the streets I move switfly
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| You want war, with a nigga, pa, then come and get me
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| And we gon' give this all that we got
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| Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
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| All my niggas, keep rising to the top
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| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere
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| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right
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| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share
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| Everybody is gettin' high, everybody is gettin' high
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| It’s music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere
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| Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right
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| It’s smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share
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| Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high |