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Crack that pineapple
Vision of faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
Got big rifles, the hood, ride Benz Cycles
Y'all are psycho, killah hill 'ciples

More fly generics, money make moves, it
We got this since nineteen-seven
So many and weapons, ain't no more reppins
Take the shit back, faggot, we that

Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the
Pop off, out, drop them bills
I run with all real killas, all for
Nikes on, gorillas

Want then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us
We niggas, don't even touch my drink

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and
Ya' and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my get paint, yo what's my name?
diamond, ice water inc

Uh, yeah, once in the motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face,
Yeah, you how we gets down
Me and mixo, we so, we so tight

Lex sound, and uh
I the high chief, Jamel Areif
Straight from East
And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh

They started jammin' in the park, after dark
Two turntables and DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they
Hip hop the guns to start sparkin'

risin'
Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less
him on the 'nard, bomb like a G hard
Explosion the promenade, I'm God

And he and provin', knowledge how he movin'
as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate the bake for the snake
If he take I take his head without question
In the one to check the justice lesson, now uh

Uh it's the pineapple fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya heard? Spread the word, yo

I'm from it's real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we could apartments
I, in the field of marksmen
The bad boys wit' me ain't Will or

Feel I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him in the killah hill poppin'
Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt
Spectator on the lovin' the work

And my ain't ya' average, cream we handle it
Fiends seekin' packages, and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, go, the nymphos love me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think before you get involved
We the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we live and in
Y'all non-believers get reminded with
It's the pineapple, rebel I
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,