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Started off on the island, AKA
Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone
Back in the days of 8 now, a tape now
Rae gotta get a now
and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend 16
Shooting that "that's shit!" in his blood stream
That's the of a grimey, real-life crimey
And niggas know that habit's me
Day one, yo, growing all up in the
Now I'm a weed fiend, the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy
the big joint from down South
So if filthy stacked up
Better watch your back and
Cause fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man up north, now he got the law
solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playing, get his
Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a
And to know for sure, I got and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's
Yo, Rae, do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!
that!

Dedicated to the winners and the
Dedicated to all and Land Cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so then?)
to the Y's, 850-I's
Dedicated to who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so then?)
to the Lexus and the Ac's
Dedicated to phat!

the fly cliches
Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to my day
Though I'm tired of off shots, having to rock knots
up in spots and making shit hot
I'd rather flip instead of those
Hanging on my living wall
My joint, and it went gold!
I want to lamp, I want to be in the
Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all
I want to have me a phat
And enough land to go and my own sess crops
But for now it's a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm seen
My thoughts be relaxed, be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is
The glorious days is gone, and doing bad
Yo, mad lives is up for
passing away, I gotta make wakes
Receiving all types of from upstate
Yo, I can't cope the pressure
for lesser
The God left on my dresser
So I can and blossom, find a new way to
Continue to make hits with Rae and A
plays a major part in the daytime
Peace to mankind, Ghostface a black 9