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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights down I'm recording!
'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. Fuck you too nigga!
of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya done!
Eat a nigga!

1]
Catch me in the 80's
Old school Mercedes with a new baby glock
Right my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck fly bitches that get fly and boost
And ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off
Quick, with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
Money launderers, coroners, place bodies in bags
with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut the same cloth
Big guns ready to off
Slide off the cables and take the off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, 'em
crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't through (word)
Thats when the was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady will you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it no heines
Blow a puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all die
Its the tale of the and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get face bashed in on the concrete rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! to Darryl Mack's teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through
your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but find no lighter
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street legend me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into treats
Im the in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!