This album right is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna a lot of different things on it You hear a lot of profanity You might a lot of um A lot of love, a lot of You know what I'm 'Cus it's like come on I got I got And those that pretend to
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I give a speech Martin Luther King Let ring, forget a bow ring, it's a black thing me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up Taking for granted most of us abandon How I know you not a in the home, Africans with jet black Americans Dominicans war with the Ricans Deep in the thugs carrying heat The rest of the projects surrounded gates
Middle class families are upstate While the generation selling cake Trying to mixtapes all final, big locks on the Verrazano Get fined BB conduct on King Tut Poverty struck, I seen the right to enter took My cup runneth over, out whenever I'm sober cold world got my girl scan
Fight on the sand, I'm to ham minds all aboard I see in the eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all I'm going out P.L.O. whenever I go uhh
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I start the slaughtering, make all start watering I know an 800 number you can get your coffin, ordering The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring any king Faking counterfeit, money in the bing I do a with two 9's under my sling Anybody you bring, won't do a god damn thing You but a onion in the rain
I floss rhymes, I rhymes, I got it like that Y'all bitch niggas I toss I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll you you I chill, lay off a shit, I still shot you The only thing I'm to do is do what I got to Look in hospital, Brooklyn apostle, gospel Still fortunate to scorch shit, paying for the cost of it Your whole style remains wack, I it's awful kid
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Yo, I play the back back in the days Give and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite Take birth trees to upright, I a fake MC's My the Bible, survival in the man, the lost lands No play, the Pillage is banned Like a don't understand Y'all some flan eat pig, reneg real shit from digs Hit you off the packages and facts on tracks
Y'all talk but put that back We dealing in the orphanage, way your image I'm a chemist, a dentist, treat my heritage like friendship I be exit, I rock a gold necklace and restless, it's always Staten Island shit, bad shit Made me twist it, one disctrict shit Pillage be the senate, darts like Masons Rennaissance, patrionts, hold the blood like tampons
Baby conduct, put your fist up, no more 100 dollars for the hen' dog, 200 for the Less troubles, Plus can turn rappers of off the stage This beef never we engage Buck buck buck buck
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