| Ya’ll know I’m young and witty, only my guns is pretty
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| Got Ali (Rasul)running with me, ya’ll can come and get me
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| Find me in the slums of fifties, gutter campaigns from Poughkeepsie
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| That’ll leave one in your kidney!
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| If you run against me, I’ve got killer flows
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| Ain’t no monkey-business in gorilla fros
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| Use music to heal a soul, all my young shorties fulfill your goals
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| Life is more then just the fastest cars & the illest
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| Cloths! |
| Tim’lands and whites, linen with ice
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| Winning with dice, cinnamon wife blend with the trife!
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| Repenting to Christ, vacating where the temperature’s nice
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| Penderin' twice, that’s what I call: Living the Life.
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| Yo it’s the same hood money guns bottles of Cane
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| We can take what tomorrow’ll bring
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| But as the days pass, our mottos’ll change.
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| It’s all one world, divided by bars and the chains, sorrow & pain
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| Follow the game gospels came with bullets ans slugs
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| Took it to bloods of Abraham’s crooks and them thugs
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| Hookers in clubs, little girls cooking up drugs
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| Who am I to rearrange their outlooks of love?!
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| My footage on dubs is like Holy Books from above
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| Saying Allah U Akbar, still shook from his grudge
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| Shook to be judged, balls of fire false desire
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| Crawling up higher until my laws retire
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| Yo, cutting no slacks, busting no caps
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| We’ve learned to reevaluate and muscle our tracks
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| My lungse’ll colapse 'cause I keep cussin' on wax
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| How many rappers do you know still hustling crack?
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| Chorus: Repeat
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| Now they’re really gonna hate us! |
| The Square and Ali Vegas
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| Makin' papers. |
| You can’t escape the vapors
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| If the music doesn’t work go back to stagin' capers
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| It ain’t our fault they say it’s what the devil made us
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| Whether mikes or skypagers, gats or crossfaders
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| The game’s the same and it’s played by all ages
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| Laced with raw flavas, make ya’ll wanna taste it
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| Niggas throw your guns in the air, hoes get naked
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| Our motto. |
| Pop bottles after we shake it
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| The lifestyles of young brothas tryin' to make it
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| Whips, exotic trips, and large bank statements
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| It’s yours and it’s there to be taken |