| Now you could feel all the tension
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| Building up at the convention
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| As the hustlers began to arrive
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| Must have been 9000 or more
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| That came through the door
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| The time was 11: 55
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| There were pickpockets and dope peddlers, murderers and thieves
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| Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves
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| Bank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps
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| One more blaster for the streets
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| (hey)
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| I was born on the understanding
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| Stars slung 'cross the heavens
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| Some might call uneven
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| My kind call 'em leanin
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| Bitch boy, pistol aimin'
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| Black star, minds are schemin'
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| Fulfill all our dreamin'
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| That’s what’s up this evenin'
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| Extra vacant bangers
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| Brim broke chain swingers
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| Space cake horse race AK that nigga lame
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| God smile on me favours, baby caught the vapors
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| Magic golden purp running like the filthy lakers
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| Self saviour cream chaser in my ride later
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| Crack baker super real just like '88 was
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| '92 and '92, in '92 we grinded thru
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| I was there, you’re a square
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| These do not compare
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| If I’m there in the square you should come and stare
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| Bring her too, learn a thing or two how a king’ll do
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| Off the cuff, fill my coffers up, pop my collar up
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| Gunheat to these gunbeats she gone stir it up
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| Black stallions pull my chariot
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| My heart’s broken (swag)
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| Time travel fast and far to the last ocean
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| Punk potion, pimp pirate pushin' plush prose in
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| Curtains closin'
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| You ain’t knowin' he was just posin'
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| Map clonin' that’s a no-no where I be rollin'
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| The leads hot how I pop, see now that’s a cold one
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| Constellation roll-call it’s a style sport
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| Winners take all, holler black for the straps report
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| We respect Mohamed, peace be upon him
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| Connecting with the pirates
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| I know where to find it
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| These niggas shot Cyrus
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| I’m the icest, wait up on the bottom on some fly shit
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| Priceless, but down there at the top I can’t find shit
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| Every time I rock it’s a tongue-kiss
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| E.H. |
| Starling, forerunners and a punk fist
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| Shout out to the B C C C constellation OC, can’t stop stop KD
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| Triple M ra ra C and KB
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| Bro bro solo though Shaheed stay free
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| Yung beat find heat where the cake be
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| Yung Ike all night with that boy Pete |