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

Mainly mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's 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 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove

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

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

Watchin' how the big rollin' wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, laser
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas
be sayin', "Let em breathe"
The wanna deceive, how we gonna 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 hell section the boardwalk
how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves on the cross, of course
Come a little Cutty endorse
it for his kids the pain is lost
We sittin' on a better note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you
The Robin Hood of the
Sit back, it's all good, spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

I make born to save self, you know?
Who gonna live it, live it, be is to be a born, know I mean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this
travellin' the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never
We now it long winded, descended
Infital, Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
With knowledge and
The sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan