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

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

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

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

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

us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin' how the talk
Did he fall Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come back a little Cutty
it for his kids the pain is lost
We back on a better note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you
The Robin of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

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