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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, watcha packin?
now i hate bitches passion
high model fassion
i stay weeded the beat bashin
talkin shit im smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina town
hit the (?mall) like the God, now im now
a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 (?barrels)
its somthin like n the pharo's
gimme the to ya' city, ima still pick the lock
and leave hella fo da cops
leave on tha glock
ID on tha block
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, (?) towers
i love gummybears, n sour
dawg its tha (?) lyrico, spunge, bitch
shell toe adidas n ones, bitch
smellin so cute in ma sean john 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 lika coleeonie
its all real, nota macaroni
imagine bullets bouncin off ya
fo eva fuckin off dirty grin, n den, yeeah

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