| R.I.P. |
| to Banky
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| World premier, Body Brighton/Starlight City
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| Keith runnin', had the keys to the city
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| Deluxe thug committee
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| I can’t believe Jeryl in jail
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| The green weed we inhale
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| Branded frontin on a nigga, 'preme or bill
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| Keep the half, son, stop frontin like you knew Un
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| Solomon, New York’s finest, dunn
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| Who you cats tryin to kid?
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| Talkin 'bout your guns go off, 99% of the time
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| You know I know you a coward, 99% of the time
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| Shoot to kill, kill to shoot with T.M.F
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| Now Born Regulators, Wayne Street Killah Mob
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| Baby Crowns, Staple-town Gladiators
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| DMD, M.V.P. |
| to Baby Blizz, this for thugs to repeat this
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| I be forever in the hood like Bontons and Sprites
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| I’m Hennessey while you fake cats is Bud Light
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| Love hella right, knowledge of self, the trilogy
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| Who killed Randy?
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| We’ll always love you Sandy, Sandy
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| Dedication, you know what this is
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| They anticipate your death when you big and you strong
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| Everybody’s your man when you dead and you gone
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| It’s like ice on the hot stove
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| The way it glide so fly, turn around and it’s all gone
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| Inspiration, 'Juicy', Notorious B.I.G
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| K. Born said to never eat pig
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| 2 Cent taught me always bust back at po-lig
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| Barry Blue said always have more than one wife and kid
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| Kilo and Fred G. always stay jig
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| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| One life to live
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| This is thugged out so don’t try to copy
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| Any means necessary, Clock we gon find them niggas who killed 'Pac
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| This is ghetto, who tryin to play me?
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| Kenny Gunn was so slick, knuckle game, like the God Infinite
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| Grew up wantin dribble balls like Duke
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| Grew up wantin to have style like Pooh
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| Respect, the one and only policy
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| Raised in Shaolin, crime infested poverty
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| Long live, silence and Kunta Ke' on the banner
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| Permission to approach the bench
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| I’m a shotty rhymer
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| This has been sponsored by Ron Montana
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| Again, I wanna know who killed Randy
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| (Word up)
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| This is dedication.
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| Yeah.
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| This my son right here, word life
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| Yeah, bottom line, Staten Island’s First Mixtape
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| And I’m dedicatin it all to all my motherfuckin dogs
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| Who got killed in combat, you feel me?
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| Or they up North |