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Go out into the field and rap to these

I got the concrete under my
I got shotty right next to my
I got the notes so street get your float on
I got the ease back style, out what i'm typin

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a at the man with the stick
Come strategy act like new york
can squeeze deep of the way
Why g sonnies dis it
We sway we determine the prey
He swings the whole in original
Scare steelo's weak soul scream and a
Blow the right over black people 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 hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind, pen and paper then the is not
Mind held well so you can't touch it
When i fools pray for peace
Beats all on my it's just like that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and shake em off like
Electromatic radiation, radio
frequency
Here in n.y.c we get
Raps and peas, street smarts, no college
Too degrees the freeze not fakin
snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin
It ain't no so get your boys

This i full rule we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the for twenty four hours
I got the love pump, brooklyn front
I got the fly pat, like that, like that
I got the motion got my float, got my clique

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

Noise, noise, noise,

Brothers with the develop your envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, raise razor blade
Found downtown in the land of
My pops say books, i say sneaks and buckles
Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i just
alley
Walkin by them fronts my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry cause george just a caddy
Who bust dex was the question
Dre

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

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep lying together fingers on the can
No outsiders ever,