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

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

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

more then kill 'em, front war, reveal '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, shot and
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' motherfuckin' face,
Yeah, you know how we gets
Me and mixo, we so, we so tight

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

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

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

And he show and provin', knowledge how he
Smift as the wisdom, move my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the 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 the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya heard? Spread the word, yo

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

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

And my team ya' average, cream we handle it
Fiends seekin' packages, 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 weight cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we live and in
Y'all get reminded with scars
the pineapple, rebel I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,