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Meanwhile in the control at the back of the theater...

These brats swam, I knew would
Your plan is master.
Of course!

(knocking) Who is it?
delievery.
Who is it?
It's a delivery.
Who is it. (Fuck it)
UPS up.

Les:
I got this product transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ?
Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid be like (puuut puuut
puuut) coming in
Keep shakin' that ass like a horny Egyptian, as we to rip shit
Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red Mercury your spot up
I keep one eye on the other on jakes
3rd eye on my money with no time to take a
They break I make is when I gab the breed and jump in the get-away
(It's got to be now) but for now is the way
Pop my CD in your Sony play, a fatty, kick back
And enjoy what I got to say, cause this type of shit don't hear

Big Ju, rugged and rawnchy, never
And huant me to live in this that don't want me
A fowl nigga the fowlest you'll ever encounter
Murder for the amount, money to count
Cuban cable cash around the table
My label watchin' the sons steady and stable
Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't
Silence, we bringin' the violence the cradle
Fatal when I see a bitch nigga and face, you like a frontin' in a
dangerous
You in Corona, City and Babalona
Dominicians got a tight Isatona

Pyscho
Catch me in Corona, on a corner, hotter than
Sippin' Arizona, power moves on a phona
Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like
Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet,
Get they ass ripped, that quick, to play me like a camel
Fuckin' with my moola, me to change my formula
Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the
Like automation, with no hesitation, no son (naw mean?)
It's off the books (it's off the baby) It's off the books this year

Beatnuts, Supa Supreme from Queens
Imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

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