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Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, type night
The gear the god was rocking way out of sight
Limping the projects
my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
Later for and honey, get the money out this piece

I streets, all type slick
Just a seven no ???

She got
Cause I the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie no faking
to my marrow, then
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers push they out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me my fucking 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject these
That's word to herb
Now the
I play that like, primo hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to and dirty snare
panther
Answers to the nom de butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
Whose avenue be making the most
My honey gets the loot out, what's
We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus
Then I call bust out,
Seems that the dream team's me, the god, and Sulaiman

If beats is phatty

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I ride the c local, and my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built the fives, my clique then amplified
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New moon
Pounds as we dip, increase these New York
It's the universe I
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I don't say that exists
on the ships, with irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist
creating boogies, and the styles they want
Now they try to move us, for the we flaunt
But I, it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for
I left in the round up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks deep down into the blue cover
The real got surreal we feel you ain't a gangster
I was a youngster ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her and power records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
The crown says I'm down, the ground up

But what if comes

Come on, go

Easin in as as I can

The right
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking way out of sight
Limping the projects
See my man,

When the mic check
My is cash
I don't out
I get loot out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold front grin, with look
Muhammad em, Nikki paid him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

And for example, we this
up on luck
And for complexing, like brass and skin
We of this, built this with boogie down

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

I em
the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just my mom and dad had it
And did it

in as slick as I can

Quiet please, please
Welcome to this
Black studies 700 the art of
I'm your instructor Mr. Castro
Take a look at syllabus
You are required to be out, and dip daily
Guess, suits, timbs, lugz, whatever
Quiet please in the back, quiet
You will two texts
And finally, we are taking a field
To the Star Housing
Projects speak slang
Black caeser, superfly,
These are the images we you portrayed in
Please, could you be quiet Mr.
you