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

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, up and eat y'all
for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we runnin dolo
thing, you need if you don't know
We carry 'cause it's a real world, and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for
Bust my gat to throw on her back
Damn son, why she takin you that?
She's a part of me, pardon me Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, take care of bases
Then we slide to another and start more hatred
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
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 niggas rollin wit big cream, big
Quick to ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my leave
Some be "Let em breathe"
The wanna 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 spinnin on the cross, of course
Come a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the is lost
We sittin back on a better
Yellin "Peace god, I love you you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin of the hood
Sit back, all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

[Masta
I make 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 needle of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver lesson
While travellin the planet, development
And for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded,
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the now
Wit and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang