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World premiere, premiere

What these niggaz hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go
Put the down, we can't score
They pen shit to blackboards, queens out of whack broads
You see us Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch

Crystal', Dana wrapped around your neck
rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? This got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my
Ask the click, yo, they spit lungies
wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean

See, y'all should've to her
She her son had a big mouth
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. Gale's an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real kids spit shit

go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah

Me an' clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, army coat an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them I'm a rubber ducky

I got a in the pump about the size of Chucky
I faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, you was rockin' braces
I spit an lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin'

I got heavy chrome, don't care if you live or die
They happier Marbury home
Y'all niggaz better me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year
It's son who fall, the four-four, niggaz like

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost Ghostface
I don't millions but I get millions
From the fiends that smoke
Somebody leavin' out with a poked
Tone, burn him an' kick his out
I can swear I get you no case

I'ma make it look you smoke base
An' we don't no trace
These rap swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't
My be in my hand, one in my palm
An' I could dial number like a smile off the face

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black
lungies'll spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, dummies a clip
Tell rap niggaz to suck my dick

Fuck the of [Incomprehensible]
Shut down the store, bust my
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll my bricks
An' some dust head niggaz dump my clips, what?

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit