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whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga packin?
now i hate bitches widda
high street fassion
i stay weeded with the beat
shit when im smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina virgin
hit the (?mall) like the God, now im now
a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 (?barrels)
its like egypt n the pharo's
gimme the keys to ya' city, ima pick the lock
and leave clues fo da cops
leave on tha glock
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, nigga (?)
i love gummybears, sweet n
its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, bitch
shell toe adidas n airforce ones,
smellin so cute in ma sean jean john
street, nigga bus' duce duce
its da rhyme n a mellody crime, its heavy
ya 4 raps right across ya belly
ya big homy, in lika coleeonie
its all real, nota SIIN
bullets bouncin off ya CHIIN
fo eva fuckin off dirty grin, n den, yeeah

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 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 ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in