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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 staggered tear
Snipe life work on the street
with jailstripes spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling turnpikes troopers will your life
Jise died a week ago, some rice
kinda trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid road a bid
blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He did the pride away,
slid to legit
He dreams with mits, losing a steady grip
the wits you're in shit
Within the pits of hell, spit fits
of split his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
moves
He broke grid, shifty biz the sense
Making a mends, pocket cents
He sin, robbing ladies and gents
He rather kick it on corners with
sources of
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he never it
by the crossfires of gimmick
He his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
He'll never finish, it down in the village
with saks of tray
to vintage niggas with cashroll
missing the whole
He sizing up the shorty splash expertise
Within his there's no ease, don't ask why
cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on genital
sore case, all types of insecurities
Get your and get these the D's
and mom discuss the where abouts of young man
Who ran it contraband
dreams of rocking summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we out this concept (damn)
kinda sad that we blew out this concept!

[Chorus
Street life equals times plus
hard divided by death
multiplied by life wasted
Swallowed by the Earth before you could even it

[DJ One cuts]
"I've seen the raised brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"