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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 died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day 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
Haters be
you on a website and call it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to save rap the nonsense''
Fell short, need food for thought, we are
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
Brooklyn to Harlem, they on me to solve it
Hiding a major label fortress
in pools of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving
To the death on you
When I die put a street sweeper in my
And close it, just let me lay there the ratchet
Yeah, dust to and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me could walk in
By the grace of God I'mma jump up
Acting like you built, you'se a fucked up
I dress with a gun fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most bars
My willpower got more will a hundred cars
I'mma 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
Stop 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 whoever you want
Tell 'em I'm a problem that can't fucking solve
Acting like you really hard and bucking crons
He because of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a 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 somebody to me a massage
jars of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck the block, I'mma have him hugging God
Cross me and your heart won't to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it needed job
I told you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at
My whole burrough be bucking
You come to Coney Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you hard
Next make sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on bumping cars
saying you won't get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would a lumber yard
Every time you see the we come to rob
Charge a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your
Your broad's in a menage, becoming large
dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is running job
Arson grand lancing
Bars of pardon in of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some of Yonkers
Way the Bronx and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm able to off 'em,
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of