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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha
now i hate bitches passion
model street fassion
i stay weeded the beat bashin
shit when im smashin
put ma rap down, ina virgin town
hit the (?mall) the God, now im splurgin now
crack a rhyme, hard in all 5 (?barrels)
its somthin egypt n the pharo's
gimme the keys to ya' city, ima pick the lock
and hella clues fo da cops
leave fingerprints on tha
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, (?) towers
i love gummybears, sweet n
its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, bitch
shell toe adidas n ones, bitch
so cute in ma sean jean john suit
filmoe street, bus' duce duce
its da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, its
ya cetch 4 raps right across ya
ya big homy, in vegas lika
its all real, nota SIIN
imagine bullets bouncin off ya
fo eva fuckin off your grin, n den, yeeah

1984, i was on da plane dat was ta soar
i was jus 14, about ta go n see ma family
jus when the plane was ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in

in 1984, i was on da plane dat was ta soar
i was jus 14, about ta go down n see ma
jus when da plane was ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma in Florida