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

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

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

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

around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my
diamond, ice water inc

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

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

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

Temperature
Drape a nigga up the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G
Explosion the promenade, I'm God

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

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

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

what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the killah 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 packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think twice 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 with scars
the pineapple, rebel I natural
Fine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga