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

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

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

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, even touch my drink

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya Spread the motherfuckin' word, yo

I'm from where real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we could apartments
I, general in the of marksmen
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 sideline the work

And my team ain't ya' average, we handle 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, think twice you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the yard
They call the riot squad, we and in charge
Y'all non-believers get reminded scars
the pineapple, rebel I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, mine at you, nigga