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[DJ Spin One up]
"I know you hate to the drama" x3
"the all we know"
"I know you hate to the drama"
"the all we know"

One]
Jise was a scapegoat with tear hype
Snipe life work on the poles
jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling troopers will take your life
Jise died a ago, stealing some rice
kinda trife without a wife and kids
He landed on road facing a bid
blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He should've did the away,
slid to hustle
He grabbed dreams with mits, a steady grip
Without the you're in shit
Within the pits of hell, spit fits
of hunger his own wig
Lava leaking top lid, shades of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
lived
He grid, shifty biz the greenback sense
a mends, with pocket cents
He smoke sin, ladies and gents
He rather kick it on with sauna
sources of
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he never it
by the crossfires of gimmick
He lost his image, LSD marking the
He'll never finish, forget it in the village
with of tray size
to vintage niggas with cashroll
missing the whole
He sizing up the with splash expertise
Within his there's no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag on genital
case, with all types of insecurities
Get knees and get these the D's
and mom dukes discuss the where of young man
Who ran it contraband
with dreams of summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out this (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept!

2x:]
Street life equals hard times
crimes divided by death
Prison multiplied by life
by the Earth before you could even taste it

[DJ Spin One
"I've seen the hood brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"