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

More fly generics, money moves, forget it
We got locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, no more reppins
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate

the real, we lock the real, me lock the steel
Pop off, pull out, drop bills
I run all real killas, all for realer
Nikes on, gorillas

Want more then kill 'em, front war, 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the
All fly gangstas, more bankers, wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, even touch my drink

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, and broke
Ya' yolked and he blast-es you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo my name?
diamond, ice water inc

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

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

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

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 show and provin', how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never victim, dictate the fate leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his head without
In the one to fourteen the justice lesson, now uh

Uh it's the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya
Ya heard? the motherfuckin' word, yo

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

Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill
Spot him deep in the killah hill
Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt
Spectator on the sideline the work

And my team ya' average, cream we handle it
Fiends seekin' packages, beans and banana
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the nymphos me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved
We hold the weight cons in the prison yard
They the riot squad, we live and in charge
non-believers get reminded with scars
It's the pineapple, rebel I
Fine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga