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

More fly generics, money make moves, it
We got this locked since
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, them bills
I run with all real killas, all for
Nikes on, gorillas

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

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, 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 know how we gets
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 rhymin'
Hip hop the guns to start sparkin'

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

And he show and provin', knowledge how he
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken
I wrote this degree, ya eyes in the light so you could see
fall victim, dictate 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? the motherfuckin' word, yo

I'm from where it's real, niggas ya' orange
We enough bricks that we could build apartments
I, general in the of marksmen
The bad boys wit' me ain't or Martin

what 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 sideline the work

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

Boy listen hard, twice before 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, I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' at you, nigga