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Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in
Yo God, remember in the days God?
When we a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit
You know what I'm sayin', it's basically
I wanna hit my family like land and all of that
Diamonds and all that, we ran that chamber dunn

stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, down to gators
The whole stackin' paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we runnin' Dolo
First thing, you need if you know
We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and

In ill words, all my herbs know the
Dress like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw on her back
son, why she takin' you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me Allah, we sworn we
Wisin' up, take of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start hatred

Life is
The side of that paw, you lie naked
in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots
Batting average, ya had it
Just a young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, something of yours
Here you want something, growing up fifteen

Watchin' how the big niggas wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my leave
be sayin', "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it a vertical degree yo
We startin' showin' our asses, committing
One got caught, us all off

Threw us in the section near the boardwalk
how the sword talk
Did he off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come back a little Cutty
Risked it for his the pain is lost
We sittin' back on a note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you you to death, you thoroughbredable
The Robin Hood of the
Sit back, it's all good, spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

I make knowledge born to self, you know?
Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I
in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a to deliver this lesson
While travellin' the planet, extending
And for the mind, never ended
We now it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the now
With knowledge and
The original sword style begin, of the Wu-Tang Clan