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Moet got me actin like a fuckin in here
Yo god, back in the days god?
we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin other on our physical days and shit
Yaknowimsayin, it's like
I wanna hit my wit like land and all that
and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

Mainly stack mine, it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to
The configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we runnin dolo
First thing, you need if you know
We carry 'cause it's a real world, show and
In ill words, all my herbs the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, my bird on the job yo
You got to up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to gear on her back
Damn son, why she takin you that?
a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more
is sacred
The side of that paw, you lie naked
in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get ya splattered
average, ya moms had it
Just a broke young dumb, of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes of yours
Here you want
Growing up around
Watchin how the big niggas rollin wit big cream, big
Quick to flash ya gat, beam
Pool table black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be "Let em breathe"
The others deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, it from a vertical degree yo
We startin showin our asses, burglaries
One got caught, us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the
Wonderin how the sword
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk he was in New York?
Kept the waves on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty
Risked it for his the pain is lost
We sittin back on a note
"Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we it, we all hood
Ha ha

Killa]
I make knowledge born to save self, you
Who live it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born,

Soaked in degrees of knowledge, by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver lesson
travellin the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never
We now it long winded, descended
Infital, Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang