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

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a time
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 John dolo
thing, you need if you don't know
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 worst to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even a tear for that
Bust my gat to gear on her back
son, why she takin you through that?
She's a part of me, me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, take of home bases
Then we slide to part 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, salute and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya had it
Just a broke young dumb, of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes of yours
you want something
Growing up fifteen
Watchin how the big rollin wit big cream, big schemes
to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my 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 showin our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, us all off
Threw us in the section near the boardwalk
Wonderin how the sword
Did he fall off? Did he like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of
Come back a cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the is lost
We sittin on a better note
Yellin "Peace god, I you love 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 gon' live it, gon' it
Be is to be a born,

Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun
Carving by swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a to deliver this lesson
While the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never
We now send it winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the now
Wit knowledge and
The original style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan