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Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major Tanktop Nautica, flipping your thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one Play the mall, at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit Raw raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit Three-hundred thousand in the bottle, bitch math is how
My technique, rover in the robe, link You know the code read, money, stow heat Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, Milton Bradley
Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin You can't knock this, a shot you better not miss
X-1 wild out, and you watch this 'Til eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it Bitches for free, is outta the quest Blow blood your flesh, your body outta your vest
I draws the heat from the street Fly you up off your feet, you die short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga waste mine my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out On the floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, groin' in debt I'm groin'' for broke, I'm out smoke, you catch a stroke
Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, you all red X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form Bringin' the storm, you warned Nuttin' me calm but heat in my palm and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark Scatter your parts here to Battery Park
First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, with the worst (Fucking) First things man, you're with the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get on him man
Steal master grab the cash fast and bash And yo' class, mash your staff, what Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your Get in front, in the wrong circle punk
Mack niggaz dat regga' Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya Shake and erase, your space, breakin' your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you
Official and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in ass to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap
Yo, we be the supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on My team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the
This terrorist, lyricist in the of the abyss We cannabis evangelists, iron with metal fists Wu build, like construction and bang, like All the Planet packs com bust and malfunction, what kid?
First things first man, with the worst (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) You slam, don't let me get fool on him man
First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're with the (Fucking) You can't slam, let me get fool on him man
Holy shit! Who the is dat? It's John Sticky kid, you got my back? I got back cousin
I got the And when them niggaz jumpin', bust back cousin 'Cause a new year, time for some new shit Nowadays rappers over music
Dead on We raised in the ghetto singin' songs survival homicidal, you rivals Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang
Chitty-bang-bang, Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump my veins Caught in the zone, home on the Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious
We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit Eight ball in the corner We snatch wallets off the white The Big Apple rotted Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix' So the bumba claat?
Pop shit, we do the To shark niggaz, bitten Major heavy hittin' Poly kitten, throw up your mittens bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's
Yo, yo, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers I rappers, turn 'em into singers somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!
Enough said, let's paint this whole town red And RIP they crew to a shred! I got blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up And shoot up the club we throw slugs
You no thug! I earned God damn penny that I got Son I'm shotgun in the convertible I wish a nigga what? Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you
things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're with the (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, let me get fool on him man
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,