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Yeah, you think you goin. where you think you goin.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the for the 9-8.
squad baby. that's my word.
All you sucker mc's, try to hide stuff. come back here.
you think you goin, nigga. come back here.
Y'all niggaz ain't seein jack. !!!

Verse 1: baby
Aiiyo, the truth.
Too short to let it hurt. some talk dirt, and be the slangin hertz.
of the hum of the birds.
Fall back I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
It's a fucked up vehicle. my lines.
asks a nigga: "could I share my dimes.
Picture that, you scared to draw toes.
me close.
Rollin with the dogs wearin clothes.
a fouled sin into my squad without permition.
I dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention.
Fatheresly. the shadow leads you to the hood.
You wanna up because some niggas stalked you up.
Or is the fact they thought you was rollin with us.
Left you all draged, like two crashin it up.

Verse 2: starr
Aiiyo, spliff drama.
him to sonna.
Type of nigga that would sell to your mama.
Take the cash and me a bind marijuana.
Check me bound, and turn bull panic .
Back in the days. I'm off the like a sonna.
Nigga ! boy. kill emselves like no other.
Kid don't like brothers.
weather rock the ramma.
Lye in off the jerry d.a. and ya .
I represent street niggas, heat niggas.
Wants to keep niggas. ain't but these sweet niggas.
I stay tooken. gun but cha open.
If you wit my squad nigga where you think you goin.

Where you you goin.
you think you goin.
Aiiyo, what you nigga.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
Aiiyo, what you for.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin
Aiiyo, what you nigga.
Where you you goin.

3: busta rhymes
You that you can run (ha)
You think that you can (haa)
You best you still comin. I think you better slide.
you stay bitchin, another nigga missin.
Bodies you up.! behold the cream. .
Cought in hells kitchen. my fingers itchin.
system's fucked up.
That's why my twitchin.
Inslave mentality. nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin for a free ride.
you think you goin son ?
We catch you soon.
We here to over this shit.
the tycoon.
Blossom and gloom. any nigga sober in a little dark room.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

4: rah digga
Uh oh. you lil league boy I your beats.
You sound bullshitely, you .
Swearin you to ball, when you you're wack.
In a studio of a reverands track.
Boy ! rah gets busy, my be way slaver.
Curder ernest like the one slave labour.
One be like the bitch tap oil.
Loyal to my niggas. enemies are fucked around, and riders for you.
Spot blowin. goin' to the top.
Where you you're goin.
Pocket throwin. smooth like the lowin.
Rap flowin.
Where you you're goin.

Verse 5:
I'm a man at work.
expert.
Look out you get hurt.
Bury the dirt. for line.
I be the mastermind.
That's be full time me shine.
I know the sign.
I'm rich, and life is a bitch.
Losin' snitch like fake beggar.
Jim baker. I take you're like the undertaker.
Flipmode money-maker, that kill for this paper.
on the poppin.
People know when the album droppin.
talkin. keep walkin.
Flatbush new and we live for you.
for you.
My squad oil.
Now we coppin things.
Diamond rings. nice things.
And a for free.
the tunnel to envy.
Ramp's the mc.
My ke! eps growin.
Where you you goin.

6: lord have mercy
Chief to.
Splash potters pooves.
Fuck is you. start peach.
for choose.
booves.
Now low moves.
Smash like statue with jungle jewels.
Son school, wit the dummin crew.
Pay double dues. cradle to the graves, grooves.
Flesh tissue. kiss you. no love for you.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And me the most fool.
Unfriendly in horrical, make moves.
Snatch colors loose. a rule.
Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes with it.
Till you fridget.
or long distance.
Gets served.
And crash a
Like james when I'm blowin.
Fuck is wit cha.
Where you you're goin.
Where you think goin.
Where you you're goin.

(*fades*)