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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha
now i hate widda passion
high model fassion
i stay with the beat bashin
shit when im smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina town
hit the (?mall) the God, now im splurgin now
a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 (?barrels)
its somthin like n the pharo's
gimme the keys to ya' city, ima still pick the
and leave hella clues fo da
fingerprints on tha glock
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, nigga (?)
i love gummybears, n sour
its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, bitch
shell toe adidas n ones, bitch
smellin so in ma sean jean john suit
filmoe street, nigga bus' duce
its da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, its
ya 4 raps right across ya belly
ya big homy, in lika 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 plane dat was ta soar
i was jus 14, about ta go n see ma family
jus when the plane was about ta land, i saw dat ma was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in

in 1984, i was on da dat was about 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