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Gambino..
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P..
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Nuttin but MOB Shit
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Nuttin but Hard shit

"Infamous Stamp it on ya baby,
niggas be acting shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 to get busy
I'm in the street everyday Dunn i run city
Smokin' icky Dunn i cant feel my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam Keep it Poppin Dunn did it again
While true facts shootouts with black mac's
ask around the way, niggas know i did
pump drugs all night a ski mask
We longer than all these Frank heads
Take leds shake that like to break bread
Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My in Yambo
Ya Looking for I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday yall niggas to lay Low

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I Like a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Cutta

I been through threats,
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I Like a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Masta

P a Filter
I Run the comb the hood and find my target,
..Comb the Hood.
Find his apartment, Infamous
You food in the forest, this MOB shit..
Here's a Riddle take him to the
Whats Black with the White Sheet and Red All
Over here's War, You Just Dead Soldier
I Been around the world, but is Colder..
Much More Fowl, Much More
The Chopper gone Chop, The Go Pow
This ain't no Shit this is Right Now
I transcend Time This is Two Twelve
Ya a Hard smack in the Back a ya Head
system Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's nothing we can do cept the word
And then one day we can all the world..

Gambino &
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
Prodigy &
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.
Joey &
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
On the and West Coast
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to The def.

I been through threats, [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

I been through threats,
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My To Shine
I Like a Razor
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Masta