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My city so real out of wish they 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 hustling
His suffering, wow
He live to one day walk her down the isle
I'll his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't thank me, your daddy was brave
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
Haters be
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to rap from the nonsense''
short, need food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, his installment
He think he better than his own city, that's
It's a my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to it
Hiding behind a major fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street in my casket
And it, just let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, to dust and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me walk in laughing
By the of God I'mma jump up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a up has-been
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Wanted bars
My willpower got more will a hundred cars
I'mma show these niggas how to deal, cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you get off your chest besides your fucking bra
Stop hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I got drama with none of y'all
But I you niggas kill each other, I don't like neither 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 you really thugging hard and bucking crons
He thugging because of
They put the battery in your back, now you you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who died and left in charge?
Carried so hoods on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a massage
Selling jars of weed if he pull out jar
Fuck hugging the block, have him hugging God
Cross me and heart won't live to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it needed job
I told you in Slaughter I was at large
My burrough be bucking crons
You can't come to Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you bumping
Next time make you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on 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
Every you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless hard
Hit harder Bernard, we parked in your garage
broad's in a menage, hearts becoming large
Your is docking, dodge us, your squad is running job
Arson larceny lancing
Bars of in front of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the Bronx and
to coffin, give a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] hard
Don't the reservoir
Dog, see you at the mob, the son of song