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

More fly generics, money make moves, it
We got this locked since
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more
Take the back, faggot, we hate that

Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the
Pop off, pull out, drop them
I run with all killas, all for realer
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, hundred us
We ex-dust niggas, even touch my drink

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

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

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

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

Temperature
Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb a G hard
rocks 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 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 I take his head without question
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 from where it's real, niggas peal ya'
We want enough bricks that we could build
I, general in the of marksmen
The bad boys wit' me ain't Will or

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 lovin' the work

And my team ain't ya' average, cream we it
Fiends seekin' packages, beans and 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 hold the weight like cons in the 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