Yo, night, uptown Ridin' Kansas fried chicken What's kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty Gate's gotta catch Dr. J's my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans I got loot, eleven in the bass boots Heard a screech pull up, jukes flashed me five pictures One had my mug, semi stepped brother hugs
You the wrong guy son I'm Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles in two days ago to see his fam' But we watchin' you, crazily The whole island shittin' on you Wisdom bird's pregnant out in Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to up Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow pace fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat'
You dealin' with a lot of science, we're watchin' you Make me lick shots at you You me, screwin' me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, you hate juke that's what it must be Hands behind your back, your legs Just found a roach in tray It's not mine fucker, what I You met the nigga A multi dollar operation is based upon it yo
Where's the hell's the sellin' mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in hand and which went out on point Switched to the scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out On how po' live, hatin' plus the kid Park the truck in the face garage Dial one nine hundred raekwon, the God, shit's mega flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap city news N double A C P
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