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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The right
The tight
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the
Seen my man,
type fat, solar type facts
Later for and honey, get the money out this piece

I handle streets, all type
Just like a no ???

She got
I gots the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron
Uptown down, from the boogie with no faking
to my marrow, then
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my and army suits
Parlayin where stood, now brothers push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree
The
The eject these
That's word to herb
Now the
I that like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty
Little
Answers to the nom de butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
avenue be making the most bacon?
My honey gets the out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus
Then I call out, wassup?
Seems the dream team's me, Mecca 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 with no
I ride the c local, and my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New moon
Pounds as we dip, increase these New York
the universe I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I don't say that exists
Imported on the ships, irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the they want
Now they try to us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, seen rain
Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for
I face left in the up
up the god
When the
to the essence
Sinks deep down into the train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a
When I was a ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was just like
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and records
Pumas these flavors b mic checkin's
The crown says I'm down, the ground up

But what if comes

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The feelings
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday
The gear the god was rocking type way out of
past the projects
See my man,

When the mic counts
My is cash
I shoot out
I get that out cause I'm fresh
Hit you the gold front grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, Nikki him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we both can

And for example, we this
Lifted up on
And for complexing, brass and brown skin
We of this, built this with south down

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

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

Easin in as as I can

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