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Crack that pineapple
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, money make moves, it
We got this locked nineteen-seven
So many and weapons, ain't no more reppins
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate

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

more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, even touch my drink

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 in the motherfuckin' place
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 East
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 they rhymin'
Hip hop caused the guns to start

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

And he and provin', knowledge how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken
I wrote degree, adjust 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 question
In the one to fourteen the justice lesson, now uh

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

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

Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill
Spot him in the killah hill poppin'
Two feet dug in the dirt, up in the
on the sideline lovin' the work

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

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