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

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long
Let me y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, down to gators
The configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we runnin John
thing, you need if you don't know
We carry 'cause a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, 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 a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw on her back
Damn son, why she takin you through
She's a part of me, pardon me Allah, we sworn we
up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start hatred
is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie
Clothes in the box, go take it
back Jew status, salute moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya had it
a broke young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, something of yours
Here you want
Growing up around
Watchin how the big rollin wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks my niggas leave
be sayin "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical yo
We showin our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, us all off
Threw us in the hell section the boardwalk
Wonderin how the sword
Did he fall off? Did he like the hawk that he was in New York?
the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty
Risked it for his kids the pain is
We sittin back on a better
Yellin "Peace god, I you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

Killa]
I knowledge born to save self, you know?
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 this
While travellin the planet, extending
And vote for the mind, never
We now send it winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, of the Shaolin now
Wit and wisdom
The original sword begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan