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

Mainly mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
for neighbors, Wallee's down 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 'cause a real world, show 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 thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a for that
Bust my gat to throw on her back
Damn son, why she takin you that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we we
up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start hatred
Life is
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
Just a broke dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of
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, 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, catch it a vertical degree yo
We showin our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the
Wonderin how the sword
Did he off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
Come a little cutty endorse
it for his kids the pain is lost
We back on a better note
Yellin "Peace god, I you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin 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 gon' it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born,

Soaked in of knowledge, polished by sun rays
by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this
While travellin the planet, development
And vote for the mind, ended
We now send it long winded,
Infital, Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit and wisdom
The original sword style begin, of the Wu-Tang Clan