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Make me wan' pop sumthin', no
Two-five on me, and crack on me
motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, know, get him off me
I days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and, the ave
Now we rap with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the
I ain't to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole blown out
I remember on the Island, tone out
The mess crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our out

See me
I roll with Ghost and cats that carry toast
Make the Post, front and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling,
Got big boy toys, push
bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, cases get closed
hate Nino cuz how fast I rose up
Like Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headline read, "Starks had the on em"
The best, what expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now me how we gon' fail
When we dealin with Clientele']

Rikers Island to the Cayman Island
We like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your
And if you the streets, you better stay silent
Rikers Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your
And if you live the streets, you stay silent

Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet upon entry
Fainted when the mentioned me
ballin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, listenin, track sizzlin
Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, king of the century
Best for niggas, stay together
Posted up trucks, on the Benz
Cinemax smile shot in lens
You program, broke of Dom
Seven inch bangles, breakers
I'm a fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
Rap a British accent, Gucci clothes
Dennis Coles in the fashions
Blow backs in, flip like fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Gumbel

Analyze This like Deniro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass
Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the apostles
Livin life without you, can't count you as men
Murderers in the state pen', caged in
The wages of sin, before they read up pop our tape in
You ain't gotta you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants