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My city so real out of towners wish was the king of it
the government shut down on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My cousin died on the streets 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 did this for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a and call it blogging
All up in the
They say was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his bad, that's his installment
He think he than his own city, that's preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, depend on me to solve it
behind a major label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
Stuck his out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street sweeper in my
And close it, just let me lay with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to
So the snake who killed me could in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma jump up
like you built, you'se a fucked up has-been
I with a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Wanted bars
My got more will than a hundred cars
I'mma show niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you wanna get off your chest besides your bra
Stop throwing hints, throw shots, it, pa
I got drama with none of y'all
But I hope you niggas each other, I don't like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get whoever you involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't solve
Acting like you really hard and bucking crons
He thugging of y'all
They put the battery in back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and the battery 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
Selling of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma him hugging God
Cross me and your won't live to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it another job
I told you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at
My whole burrough be crons
You come to Coney Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't brushing pads, nigga, you bumping hard
time 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 if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
Every time you see the entourage we to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless coming
Hit harder Bernard, we parked in your garage
Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming
dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is running job
Arson larceny lancing
Bars of pardon in front of
Carve a couple
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 [?] buzzing
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the mob, the son of song