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As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

I flow like in the deck
Moosh fools in the that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't G

So leave me I'm in the zone
the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is
But I'm low in the cut and gotta
Are you bust or play bones?

You motherfuckin' clone, get off that nigga's style and own
It's Miscellanea and on again
For the niggas that slept, they shoulda in step
And kept ya big fuckin' mouth

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, so long realized my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco, blowin' up in my Cammo
Standin' in of me was my soul

of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my quick
Shaky bitches off the

she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
I'm but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin' shit so I can a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he he Mr Cream

Come back on the scene and a Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin' now let me tell you what's silly
Me, with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the

I guess a nigga gettin' he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone
To a trick that even care

'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you kill, nigga
Nigga how ya feel? You can't try to be
is for real

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
sermon, these niggas are determined
As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
sermon, these niggas are determined

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, these niggas are

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter
And I'm cooler than foes don't know how it goes
Let's take it to the first side
When you was a new jack and my new track

But you was wrong, didn't know about the big
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school
With a group I'm turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my niggas

You wanna what the hos used to do
When me and my crew came through
All of blushin's brew
Underground till my brown eyed turned blue

This is for the bitches and that wanna front
I smoke on, I on till I spoke on
Miscellanea packin' shows like
Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same

Now that's three times tightest flow
And three times ya track
times your fattest sack
Three times is

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

Thou shalt in grief who lay buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and
To art in hell, where the man dwells
The place with stankin' and crack rock dwells