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

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

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

Want then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he the buildin'
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 blast-es you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my
Lexus diamond, ice inc

Uh, yeah, once again in the motherfuckin'
Fix yo' face, nigga
Yeah, you how we gets 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 in the park, just after dark
Two turntables and DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they
Hip hop caused the guns to sparkin'

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

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

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

I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya'
We want enough that we could build apartments
I, in the field of marksmen
The bad boys wit' me Will or Martin

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

And my team ya' average, cream we handle it
Fiends packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the nymphos me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved
We hold the like cons in the prison yard
They the riot squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-believers get with scars
It's the pineapple, rebel I
Fine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga