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My city so real out of towners wish was the king of it
While the government down on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My young cousin died on the streets
His suffering, wow
He didn't to one day walk her down the isle
I'll take his place, be there in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, your was brave
He would've did this for me if I was in the
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need for thought, we are starving
good, his city bad, that's his installment
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
It's a problem my involvement is
Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to it
Hiding behind a label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
Stuck his out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the on you bastards
When I die put a street in my casket
And close it, just let me lay there the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to
So the snake who killed me could walk in
By the grace of God I'mma up blasting
like you built, you'se a fucked up has-been
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most Wanted
My got more will than a hundred cars
I'mma show these how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you wanna get off your chest besides your bra
Stop hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama with of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't neither one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't solve
Acting like you really hard and bucking crons
He because of y'all
They put the in your back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the out of your stomach, pa
Who and left them in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need to give me a massage
Selling jars of if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma him hugging God
Cross me and your heart won't live to another throb
My gun got fired so much it another job
I told you in Alphabetic I was at large
My burrough be bucking crons
You can't come to Coney bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just pads, nigga, you bumping hard
Next time sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on them cars
saying you won't get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would like a yard
Every you see the entourage we come to rob
with a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your
Your broad's in a menage, becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, squad is running job
Arson grand lancing
Bars of pardon in of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, parts of Yonkers
Way across the and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm able to off 'em,
Now I'm the [?] hard
cross the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of