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Go out into the and rap to these people

I got the concrete my feet
I got shotty next to my body
I got the hood so street get your float on
I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a at the man with the stick
strategy fight act like new york
Pieces can squeeze of the way
Why g mayors dis it
We latitude sway we the prey
He the whole sphere in original
steelo's weak soul scream and a whisper
Blow the house right over black grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the wild style that make you get hyper
I got the of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new york hip hop so it on and on
my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not
Mind held down so you can't touch it
When i discharge fools for peace
Beats all on my back it's like that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and shake em off like
radiation, radio waves
Changing
Here in n.y.c we get
and peas, street smarts, no college degrees
Too many the freeze not fakin
Fake snakes are bacon, hips are shakin
It ain't no joke so get your

This i full what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the for twenty four hours
I got the pump, brooklyn don't front
I got the fly joints pat, like that, that
I got the motion got my float, got my clique

I get sly when i the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven when i'm with the vibes
Now i'm flyin through the seventh dimension
As i uptown to get a piece of the action
Then i'm maxin the actual facts men
As we relax to a black ceaser and third vision
My is precision, supreme mathematician
Indeed i'm true and livin i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

Brothers with the blowouts develop envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, raise razor blade
downtown in the land of crooks
My pops say books, i say sneaks and buckles
Pigs say boy, shit, i just chuckles
alley
Walkin by them from my jip in the flatty
cherry cause george just stole a caddy
Who dex was the question next
Dre

Then he his becks
he clipped his vex, display the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the candy
Hotter microphone, heater the jammy
My family one honey
Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than
The seven twos eleven death toy
Now you understand i'm talking about
Now you what my walk is about
Now you understand new york is about
We

Noise, noise, noise,

It's

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep lying together fingers on the can
No ever, never