Go out into the and rap to these people
I got the concrete my feet I got shotty right to my body I got the hood notes so street get float on I got the back style, watch out what i'm typin
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To summarize a lick at the man the stick Come strategy fight act like new Pieces can deep of the way Why g sonnies dis it We latitude sway we the prey He swings the whole in original steelo's weak soul scream and a whisper Blow the house over black people grow
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I got the buck wild style that you get hyper I got the knowledge of god, all in my cipher I got the new york hip hop so it on and on Lose my mind, pen and paper then the is not held down well so you can't touch it When i discharge fools for peace Beats all on my back it's just like in brooklyn So i vibrate and em off like fleas Electromatic radiation, waves frequency Here in n.y.c we get Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees Too degrees the freeze not fakin snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin It ain't no joke so get boys
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I got the power for four hours I got the love pump, don't front I got the fly joints pat, like that, like I got the slow motion got my float, got my
I get sly when i the positive vibe, uh The seven gets eleven when i'm filled the vibes Now i'm flyin through the seventh dimension As i travel uptown to get a of the action Then i'm maxin with the facts men As we relax to a black flick and third vision My movements is precision, supreme Indeed i'm true and livin i'm givin
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Brothers with the blowouts your envelopes Stamp it, amp it, raise your blade downtown in the land of crooks My say books, i say sneaks and name buckles Pigs say boy, shit, i just chuckles alley Walkin by them fronts my jip in the flatty Everthing cherry cause george just stole a Who dex was the question next Dre
Then he sipped his Then he his vex, display the context Beep code, street clothes and all the candy microphone, heater the chrome jammy My family consists one 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 what new is about We
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They keep lying together like on the can No outsiders ever,