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like to send a shout out to Class Quarter Productions My man Troy's in the house, y'knah 'm sayin'? Shortstop Records, Johnnie B's on the set Crazy C
Roc-A-Fella Records The Imperial Skateboard P Great Hova Y'all already know what it is C'mon! Yeah So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple
, we back, we got our focus up St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c
landfill to future home Pacifist guerrillas to bazooka zones Black hawks to attics, C-130's to super-domev Newborns on computer phones So the smile's not Wasted
t waste time, I gotta get get on it Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron And in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin'
, ghetto people, the sequel Nas, CNN, nobody's equal Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy B ez but we still
true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued
through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen B
don't waste time, I gotta get, get on it Just you an' me, two glasses, sip on patron an' In the club scene where I met Ms. 'Green Eyes' She walked by
beats And everytime we do what's fuckin' million ??? And come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of this Alumni nigga (Ali
' shit 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dyin' Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Master Jay 2-Pac and Notorious B.I.G., c'mon I'm widely the best, God
grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K Blued up or
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money) Sometimes baby all about my E N D's In the N-Y chillin' with B U S T We tight puttin' green sticky in the
m on my grind) And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time) I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout that green
spit like a automatic semi barking part And if you hear me starin blame the remmy martin So liquor shots ghetto people Dutches and c-lo's duckin the repo For fuckin them lady c