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My city so real out of towners wish was the king of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's what I call destruction
My young cousin died on the hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't to one day walk her down the isle
take his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, daddy was brave
He did this for me if I was in the grave
Haters be
you on a website and call it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was to save rap from the nonsense''
short, need food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, that's his
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to it
Hiding a major label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
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, just let me lay there with the
Yeah, to dust and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me could in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma jump up
Acting like you built, a fucked up has-been
I dress with a gun talk
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most bars
My willpower got more will a hundred cars
I'mma show these niggas how to deal, just cut the
You'se a cocksucking broad,
You got something you wanna get off your besides your fucking bra
throwing 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 whoever you involved
'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking solve
Acting you really thugging hard and bucking crons
He because of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the out of your stomach, pa
Who died and them in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need to give me a massage
jars of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, have him hugging God
Cross me and your heart won't live to beat another
My gun got fired so it needed another job
I told you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at
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 leave you slumped on them bumping cars
saying you won't get a nigga who front and rob
I care if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
Every time you see the we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless coming
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in garage
Your broad's in a menage, becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is job
Arson grand larceny
Bars of in front of y'all
Carve a couple
Harlem, parts of Yonkers
Way across the Bronx and
to coffin, give a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] hard
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of