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Out in the streets they it Fort Caine
to Fort Wayne

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Where nobody goes an the bodies arose no heroes
an everyone knows we're pro's blowing that Jane
killing the trees smoking the herb trying not to go
we're doing that in the 260 an we call it Fort Caine
everyone needs to know why we do what we do
an smoke with the crew at every event baseheads
wondering where dope went rolling another is my
intent we're feeling it killing it doing it to that an
there aint no with blunts in rotation & a bad
reputation with so rails like a subway station got
water bongs steamrollers & pipes for toys we dem
Cocaine with a couple kilograms of white hitting
the & then taking off flight fitting that typical stereotype
an we toke all night smoke then another bowl really
tight with our favorite strain chiefing a fatty smoking
all the pain a numbie with caine every beat we slain
be sayin' we grow weed & corn looking at weed like
porn cops be wondering where in the Hell we were
be snorting Tony Montana reppin' the gonja where
nobody a damn in Indiana

People stare at us like & Ted they know I'm a pothead
know I get profit an got a lot of weed & doing another
bump & a to maintain everybody's got dope so ya can't
complain we got the best strain & the best a lot of 'em
drink but they don't smoke smoke a bowl & I'll bust a
rhyme people think it's fine they think it's a crime free
my potheads time we party at Piere's an we smoke
dope while stares...
(JB)
Put one in the air if I'm here we're breaking it there's
nothing you can say to me now we're spitting the
venom like Cobras a pyro mixed with some Lee I'm
setting fire to your dosia I'm keeping a weapon I'm come
the land of the drug deals I I could say it's all good in
the hood but I would much rather be keeping it real my
crew is potheads we're reppin' for the Fort Wayne TinCaps
you ask why are they it "Fort Caine" stupid mother
fuckers get bitch slapped I'm in the same chevy in the
streets all day cops on my nuts but I to get paid

Yo we're taking it over & bringing it putting the 260 on
the map chopping these lines of China white all
night to get it these people keep talking like we aint the
ones be careful around here we're carrying guns shooting
pool at "The Break-An-Run" calling us Hoosiers you were a loser that shit & you're meeting my Ruger everybody & your
Momma knows that we spit flames we reppin' the same
dissin' my city chich-chich bang I'm in a out chevy on
Main Street my life's like a from Waist Deep we're next
thing coming out the midwest all I know is a struggle
success we go in The Fort trying to get us an article up in
The Source a line to snort sniffing a drip of water aint
nobody want it you can expect a slaughter an Allen County
is where we getting so high the limits the sky stacking
my stay ready to strike cause The Fort gets a little bit
crazy at