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My so real out of towners wish they was the king of it
the government shut down on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My young died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He live to one day walk her down the isle
I'll take his place, I'll be there in a suit and a
She don't gotta thank me, your was brave
He did this for me if I was in the grave
Haters be
Disrespect you on a website and call it
All up in the
They say ''he was to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, his installment
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
It's a problem my is from
to Harlem, they depend on me to solve it
Hiding behind a major fortress
in pools of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving
To the on you bastards
When I die put a street in my casket
And close it, let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to
So the snake who killed me could in laughing
By the grace of God jump up blasting
Acting you built, you'se a fucked up has-been
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Wanted bars
My willpower got will than a hundred cars
show these niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a broad, look
You got something you wanna get off chest besides your fucking bra
throwing hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got with none of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't like one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that can't fucking solve
Acting like you really thugging hard and bucking
He because of y'all
They put the battery in back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the out of your stomach, pa
Who died and left them in
Carried so many hoods on my I need somebody to give me a massage
Selling jars of weed if he pull out jar
Fuck the block, I'mma have him hugging God
Cross me and your won't live to beat another throb
My gun got so much it needed another job
I told you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at
My burrough be bucking crons
You come to Coney Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you bumping
Next time sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you on them bumping cars
Stop saying you get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would like a lumber
time you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless hard
Hit than Bernard, we parked in your garage
Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, squad is running job
Arson larceny lancing
Bars of pardon in of y'all
Carve a scars
Harlem, parts of Yonkers
Way the Bronx and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of