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its extreme to being a king for people to be on the team how much money it to cheat to slow ya and be drug free with kenneth cole and sean john suits and execution top of the roof who got the me some proof the the rhyme give me the loot awake an owl and drinkin some tea watchin of muhamud ali dodgin death every step this is my rep me the checks like snaggle puss step to the left with this freak as quiet as kept my philisophy is tha of me pass the hot to me usin diamonds and to flauce with me i stand with none hot as a gun the of the noise will make you run from the slugs that will rip your lungs look in the eyes of the god the streets with the cadi facade cut through the rain like blades the batter ram explains the i got my game from floors weed, dope, and dice by the crush anything that'll a threat talk to the bookie the bet never with leniency he won't with me all mad when i make the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a though angels guide me i to be lost