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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha
now i hate bitches widda
high model fassion
i stay with the beat bashin
shit when im smashin
put ma rap down, ina virgin town
hit the (?mall) like the God, now im now
crack a rhyme, crimes in all 5 (?barrels)
its like egypt n the pharo's
gimme the keys to ya' city, ima pick the lock
and hella clues fo da cops
leave on tha glock
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun flour, nigga (?) towers
i gummybears, sweet n sour
dawg its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge,
toe adidas n airforce ones, bitch
smellin so cute in ma sean jean suit
filmoe street, nigga bus' duce
its da fellony n a mellody crime, its heavy
ya cetch 4 right across ya belly
ya big homy, in vegas coleeonie
its all real, macaroni SIIN
imagine bullets bouncin off ya
fo eva fuckin off dirty grin, n den, yeeah

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

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