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Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
that shit homey

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your creep potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches flapping gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a star, rapper revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just entered galaxy
September '73, up in these wild
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
Well is creep move potent
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas right in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, stay real stay stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of killers and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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Smoke with me, it up

Want to get high, smoke with me
with me, light it up

Want to get high, smoke with me
Smoke with me, it up

to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke me, light it up