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Hook:(2X) The same shit's that on The stalking Loud is talking The shit's that going on You know I seen it all
It's cool enough to win but it's to hate to lose There's only one Nas by the hundred use You money chasing women, never lose, women chasing money Niggaz is broke, plus the wolves is Morgues full of niggaz who is taking money Morgues full a who the last shit they ate in their stomach Spinach and Gortex bootprints still on his face, it's on his face we visit his wake Whatever's I do it Fight against a army one gun I use it suntou shit Keep it on you walking ammonia You far oppenents we can for the moments I stay in conversation With with foul natures murder trial the basics Threatening the And relitives of dead victims the shit we live Queens Bridge matrimony a fony Bullets even hit a in his Abercrombie analysts was asking me what happened to me See the got to be, then the gat got to me the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me The lames put the rap game in the slowly Man I don't a fuck...
Hook:(2X) The shit's that going on The stalking Loud is talking The same shit's going on You know I seen it all
Ortiz:
Planet The land of the Handle your Cannons a burst and breaks the of amateur jerks Scare me to on your man and that herse I it ten times They get a small never the headline Candles in the lobby to empty yack bottles Niggaz drunk shit like when they see this mac nozzle But nothing ever Even if it do, nothing happens We don't talk if aint gutter you yapping in the ghetto You can ask a nigga mother what happened and get an When I'm it's so bad Bunch of ignorant mulfuckers with no Oh he did, but he don't care cause he his dope hab And when him and mom argue he always throw jabs So they grip a mag And walk like who wanna choke tag Fiending to leave a head see through a coke bag If life's slightly something like the one that Joe had then you're (Ghetto) a peas, scoop cheese, duck D's and squeeze Breezing on hooptees, new Ortiz And the please G's by gettin on their knees Giving a body the scarecrow knee I'm living at the shit that I write is from my heart, my Simple with your grab a sharpy homie mark my words If anybody with me and these bucks I only in a career, dawg, im beating you up I'm ghetto
Hook:(2X) The same shit's that on The crackheads Loud is talking The same that going on You know I it all before