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Yea,
Dem fi know,
Yo Craig... Weh Yuh deh
Let's do this, get it,
For real,
Yeah! Da River, Warminister... I got ya,
Ha ha,
Kingston, Jamaica... do this,
Uh!

1

Fresh out da building, off da corner,
Fresh in da streets, you can me if you wanna,
Uh!
I'm da homie,
40 on da charm, I bling homie,
Where you homie?
In da streets all day to get that gwap,
To da streets I pray trying to them shots,

(I'm maintaining dawg, Cry all day... Let's do this, uh.)

Me and my hungry,
Ain't nothing in world like new money,
So where da at?
to sink that,

(Real talk homie... do this, uh.)

It's like to kill a man,
Niggaz get murdered for that shit, ten kilograms,
I cry tears at and I'm still a man,
Thousand guerilla man,
Yea, uh!
Niggaz lackin vision, lackin trust,
Niggaz lackin hope, filled wit lust,
love? I don't know nigga! Cry Nation, that's us,
Yea,
I put my heart on da line so my could ride,
I never that niggaz could die,
G4 in da sky,
Tell da angels that niggaz fly,
off this corner, gotta say goodbye,
And I'm,

(Yea! Warminister, do this.)

I'm back in da building, to die,
26 on whip, ready to ride,
Anger in my heart, in my eyes,
Pussy get pushed to da side,
Let dem die,
Yea!
I got my on,
Motherfuckas got my chromed,
Lifestyle got da stones,
I got a at home,
I her ms patron,
High as a motherfucka, can't leave bitch alone,
I got to burn cuz I'm a live nigga,
Fuck wit Kay you gon die nigga,
Let da 4,5 hit ya,
Throwin dirt on my picture cuz I ride wit ya,
Uh!
at them rocs that I got,
There's on da block,
Fake get clapped,
Fake get back,
G's gon ball,
On da way to da top, real G's fall,
Got for y'all,
Kay be on it,
don't want it wit da young black hornet,
On his way to stardom,
Makin in Queens, stackin chips in Harlem,
My chain so blue and my orange,
And we ballin,
Ho's callin,
in da cup, yellow piss pourin,
Rest in peace Terry, some criss for him,
I miss you nigga and shit's boring,
I got you in my homie,
Give ya anything they want homie,
You my nigga da start homie,
And I got ya!

Yea, uh!
Da River, Warminister, Jamaica,
Yeah! how we do it,
Fo real... Queens, New York!
Yea, got this... we here,
Cry Nation, yea!
Zala, Craig... It's all good, I'm here,
Cry Nation!
Ikay! my name niggaz,
Get to it,
Ha ha ha.