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M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. burn
get lifted, Queens, is you wit me?
Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid to hit me
I back him wit the 50-50

It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid the God jewel and let all my gods come through
niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

Shit on me? then, fuck you
Gone wit your class ass if you want to
Outta you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch of stallion but my dick went soft

My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks
Run up in spot, mask-n-glove shit
Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

To the losers, alcohol abusers
Big money and the Ebenezer Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen shot
The cream I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

chapter, assassinin' the obsolete
And my comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's than concrete and nervous streets
Be walked but still thugs carry heats

I get than skin, paragraphs from within
Lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins
My kin my kin, ain't no room for extra friends
One love to my up north in the Pens

Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on
Nemesis renegade, breakin' down
These are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the is like style's corrupt

My niggas livin', street life
Them Queen niggas livin', life
My drug livin', street life
My street niggas livin', life

You thug livin', street life
NYC livin', street
My Mobb niggas livin', street

For every rhyme I write, reality
My clique keeps rolled too tight
and know the rule

I gets some insight plus info do stickers with my
My .44 will burn that ass like goin' raw nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, your vest
Or get your put to the motherfuckin' test

pen put on points, son, you know
on the low, got the back, oh, no, no
When I'm on a dough blow, got ta you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I put that ass back on profile

Change your character, you got stamina
get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous business, gonna make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it the grapevine

To my royal thug committees and
That live the life of Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, forever watch me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

Propagation, my life is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets took the
sparks and friction

I anaylse 'erb, so I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the to cap
And shiner like a carat diamond with perfect designin'
Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De forever reclinin'

To the shoot, physicals in this
The world is hot and my plot is to grand's and yachts
Until then I be a individual, dwellin' in these days
Scorch from the deeez the sun's rays

Dead President and million dollar schemes
Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the world terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the and my cipher's Infamous
New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
[Unverified] drama, son and 9 so prepare fro heaven's ride

A.C.D. livin', street
My ice livin', street life
Them jewel rockin livin', street life
Them crack niggas livin', life
Them coke-sellin niggas livin', life

Word, NYC livin', street
My man L.E.S. livin', life
The whole Queensbridge livin', street
Word up son, we're livin', street

Word up, A.C.D
Mobb in the motherfuckin'
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)