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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha
now i hate bitches passion
high street fassion
i stay weeded with the bashin
talkin shit im smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina town
hit the (?mall) like the God, now im now
crack a rhyme, crimes 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
ID on tha block
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, (?) towers
i gummybears, sweet n sour
its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, bitch
shell toe n airforce ones, bitch
so cute in ma sean jean john suit
filmoe street, nigga bus' duce
its da fellony rhyme n a crime, its heavy
ya 4 raps right across ya belly
ya big homy, in vegas coleeonie
its all real, nota macaroni
imagine bouncin off ya CHIIN
fo eva fuckin off your dirty grin, n den,

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