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Moet got me actin a fuckin goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the god?
When we a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin each other on our days and shit
Yaknowimsayin, like basically
I wanna hit my wit like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber

Mainly stack mine, indeed been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's to gators
The whole stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we John dolo
First thing, you if you don't know
We carry it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs the slurge
Dress like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to her heart, damn
Took of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw on her back
Damn son, why she you through that?
She's a part of me, me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more
is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie
Clothes in the box, go take it
Flash back Jew status, moms and get ya boots splattered
average, ya moms had it
Just a broke dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes of yours
Here you want
Growing up fifteen
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 wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't
Right now, catch it from a degree yo
We startin showin our asses, committing
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 that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of
Come a little cutty endorse
it for his kids the pain is lost
We back on a better note
Yellin "Peace god, I love you you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we it, we all hood
Ha ha

[Masta
I make knowledge born to self, you know?
Who gon' it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born,

in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to this lesson
While travellin the planet, development
And vote for the mind, never
We now send it long winded,
Infital, Bobby Digital, of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and
The sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan