| Ayo, Central Park shit, school six to school sixty-one
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| Every time I walked the paned doors, better have the gun (Ah)
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| Where Bacon at, he out with Munch
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| Rode our bikes over Kensington Bridge, Trinidad Park and free lunch
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| Rest in peace Nut, rest in peace Barry
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| Rest in peace Mick, I heard he got killed by ferry (Ah)
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| Back in nine-seven, me and Laura, had her neck slit
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| Walking through, bit it, I was plotting on the next bitch
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| Started fucking Stephanie, had a crush on Pam
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| The broad looking good, though, come here, take my hand
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| Only took one loss, some barely nigga stuck me
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| But sure, you was my man, you could have stopped 'em but you jumped me
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| It’s bool though, Machine Gun went back, just dumping (Boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom boom)
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| Showed up to school on Monday like «Fuck 'em» (Fuck)
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| Kino had to tell, my nigga was Miguel
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| Lafayette to Wakefield, I hope you resting well
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| Fifty-six pimp of the year, I beat the deal
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| That swish shit, fuck Jarel (Swish shit, fuck Jarel)
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| That swish shit, fuck Khalil (Swish shit, fuck Khalil)
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| Shot across the bills, we left on Leroy Hill (Ah)
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| Elizabeth, Elizabeth, will you marry me? |
| (Ha haa)
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| We don’t have an answer, we don’t have an answer, we don’t
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| He did it, he did it, he asked her
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| What about this Elizabeth?
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| Elizabeth?
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeehaw
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| Oh yeah
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| We got us a wedding! |