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Yuh dip set,
Luca, with your boy
Santana, fuck your boy
You know, I'm feelin' like Rocky
My to fight

say my theories is backwards
I them, sincerely, it's clearly, you hearing me backwards
I 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait, go and quick

They don't me
not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I worship the prophet, the great Muhammad Ali
For the words he spoke, that stung like a bee

into me, you fucker's will see
But still I'm insane, I'm rod man, dealing my
I'm sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame
My niggaz, still rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin', dealing the cane
Still cockin' at your brain

Homie, I still smell the people that lay
Down in zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, left to
pieces of towers, left in their graves

I pray let be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I make
You follow me homie, listen, I subjected my
To cocaine, weapons that spray, at face motherfucker
It's the great motherfucker, in the place motherfucker
Stay away 'cause I'm headed
Straight to the top Diplomat Taliban
Slash rock

Oh yeah, I do this for my motherfucka
D train, Al Gator, pop
Young drugs, young twins, Bug
The I love, my niggaz, my thugs

Now, come fuck your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come fuck with your boy,
It's Santana again nigga, no just him nigga
In the motherfucka, like

Yeah, I can pass this, yo man I got to get out
Let's do it my nigga, it's touch my heart right here
Go

I it time, business and friendship
Well it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get extended lawyers get called, accountants get
That was my man, well I that he meant it, fuck it

It's a long time, hearin' the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the
Shed a in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the

Back to the block, a lobster
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka,
Hallelujah, no hum-du Allah, but my Aki
He held me down, when it was getting Rocky

Hustling, isn't a
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of
of lotties, pictures of blood, scenes of L
I see my son, piss in that potty

Jimmy, I'm going to make your wrist is real Rocky
See my plans are for long like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that off

some nights, I had fights over the white
The to the lows, I knows what it's like
Now, niggaz career over like Mike
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's

shit right here touched my soul, man
My or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, 140th Street
Rest in peace Liddiah Giles, shed
get our shit now