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There's no honor amongst Street Stack like Genovese, the four tempt mad men But not We profound sound To MC's thumbs down, bees it be warfare, this the year Niggas gotta take you off of the square If we go we go gritty And spread fear through rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like stares The of fear makes my nostrils flair or dare Ask yourself can you To niggas in the hood, Johnny B. Goode Or he be yeah The struggle on, you've been warned PLO from to Lebanon How many bombs must we drop in the Walk a mile in my shoes, get the news from Meth-Tical
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The weight of the fam is on our and we can't fall Victim to this hall of fame, meaning nothing We came to punish the glutton with a That be contained, Wu-Tang We be seeing asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what it is
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