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

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's to gators
The configuration stackin' paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we John Dolo
First thing, you need if you don't
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 thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her
Damn son, why she takin' you 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
Clothes in the box, go 'head it
back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya had it
Just a broke dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of
Here you want something, up around fifteen

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

Threw us in the hell near the boardwalk
Wonderin' how the sword
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the that he was in New York?
the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come a little Cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is
We sittin' back on a note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you you to death, you thoroughbredable
The Robin Hood of the
Sit back, all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

I make knowledge born to self, you know?
Who gonna it, gonna 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 point of perfection
It's a to deliver this lesson
While travellin' the planet, extending
And vote for the mind, never
We now send it winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the now
With knowledge and
The original sword style begin, of the Wu-Tang Clan