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Uhh God, uhh, y'know what we do son!
Y'know hu tI'm sayin' Word up! Make that fam!
No doubt! It's only there for the son
Matter of fact let me get some of that son
We all that shit, hey yo!

44th Side convention, Queens connection the Bridge be
Any party that we in get they heady-up
V S O P immediately, extra Rob then out son is evident
We stash cream, fulfill my dream

Ice 'reams gleam, spread love the whole team
Dominate the game, let's have a rule,
No conversation, bring all ya confrontation
You hesitatin, ass spittin, bad business

For the nigga, get out the business
You space, substitute here's the briefcase
We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin'
Tainted taste, send ya back to vacate
Get your shit together plus mind straight

Yo my empire with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams are growing over and my live great

Little man I'm plannin to your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill
The one before me was of an more trife
My understandin, I'll raise you precise plannin

And put you on to the whole of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow thru to live lot-o
Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to us he get wet-o
He withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky

Don't you put hands too close and try to approach
I snap at you I'm goin for throats
And when you feel my bite 'cha sing notes
I you from deep and then you got cut throats

My formula I life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep
Prodigy niggas to protoges
My protege I ya ass to make way

Make way for gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and yea
This man is mad scientist-half sane
Creative rhyme labyrinth like poisonous

Here take a toke of this rare roackalist
y'all, tiny noise like locust
Like through a magnifying glass I'll focus em
Burn a hole through ya brain and leave ya open
(Oh shit!)

And let the venom soak in you sweatin' a
And goin' through from dope shit I write
Leavin' niggas stuck, I let
up in a web of a nigga that's sick

I'll you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
As dangerous as business fuckin' with this
number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far give you this

But peep this, what? Fatal shots soloplex
Man down, now who to go next?
Like General monk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to shit

Atomic, no time for shit
We hyperactive and time for Vietnam bit
Ya whole alliance gets single bomb-ded
Take to the apostle's warning word up!