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World premiere, premiere

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

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

My buddy, my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all to wear clean undies?

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

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real kids spit that

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

Me an' Starks projects parks
With our '93 shit, army green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a ducky

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

I got heavy chrome, niggaz care if you live or die
They happier than Marbury
niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as

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

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

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

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

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all hummer
Metal spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, dummies a clip
Tell them rap to suck my dick

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

Uh, oh, word up, still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids that shit