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

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

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

Want more then kill 'em, front war, 'em
I him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my

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

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

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

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

risin'
Drape a nigga up the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, like a G hard
rocks the promenade, I'm God

And he show and provin', knowledge how he
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a state
I this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim, the fate leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his head without
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 where real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we build apartments
I, general in the field of
The bad wit' me ain't Will or Martin

Feel what I'm droppin', I the ill doctrine
Spot him in the killah hill poppin'
Two feet dug in the dirt, up in the
Spectator on the sideline lovin' the

And my team ain't ya' average, cream we it
Fiends seekin' packages, beans and banana
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O

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