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Automatic,


Just it in

The right
The tight
Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday
The gear the god was rocking type way out of
Limping the projects
my man, a'ight
Steelo fat, solar type facts
for milk and honey, get the money out this piece

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

She got
Cause I gots the voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers push blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject these
word to green herb
Now the
I that like, primo supreme hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and snare
panther
Answers to the nom de plum
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
Whose avenue be making the bacon?
My honey gets the loot out, shaking
We live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus stop
I call bust out, wassup?
Seems that the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and

If your is phatty

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

in as slick 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 with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New York
Pounds as we dip, increase these New tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, 12th, I self don't say that exists
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to move us, for the styles we
But I, seen it sunny, plus seen
Plus seen my getting smoked for change
I left in the round up
up the god
When the
Blow to the
deep down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a
When I was a ate jazz and black
Freedom had a it was just like that
Old gave me kisses to her coach and power records
Pumas these flavors b mic checkin's
The crown says I'm down, from the up

But if emcee comes

on, emcee go

Easin in as as I can

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

When the mic check
My is cash
I shoot out
I get that out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold front grin, with diamond
made em, Nikki paid him
I was
I tell an emcee in a eye
That you wack as
got my back
And we can laugh

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

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

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

Easin in as as I can

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