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[Where Brooklyn repeated

You're too to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
and who ya gonna call when I break glass chin?
Mista Rippa, than your sista.
down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
Keep a lid on lip so your wig won't get split.
Better your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
three of your wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat Foot comin' like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't hear the sirens, block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get away so I can do crime.
See my brethrens the block, risin' up out their spot,
meth in the hood where the spot is hot.
My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next I'm vexed,
throw up your dick-beaters, kid, time to flex.

Chorus 4x
[I am I am] / And I do what I do
[Puff mad lye] / Catch wreck my crew

[Sent to represent the heads,
the dreads on the scene, now all the talk must dead.
I the fence of stress and tension,
hit the Benz then hit the with my friends
and catch mad wreck with my man Tek] I am I am
why my fans show respect when I slam sets.
I don't front for you, crew, even a stunt,
roll up the blunts, 'cause niggas do what they want.
Big up to all criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Camp Generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project
and you'll regret my mob flex.
Glam to the man sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.
your trap then add it to my fat stacks,
chill, be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]

Two: 2x
Puff mad lye / wreck with my crew]
mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
I am what I am / I do what I do]

It's goin' down. [Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready]
Strap up the arms 'cause it's to be jetty.
[Ya violated when you crossed that thin line.]
Tresspassed in Bucktown and now all mine.
[Here batty One move and you're dead.
[Got my glocks cocked and they're at your head]
Your DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
RIVER SINKIN'.
Got my on and my Timb boots, troop.
[Kick your whole bottom row of out, Dupe]
Ya best protect your frame you tow out it, G.
[I'm sane, that's what the Lord tells me]
But I chose to disregard fuzz buzz]
And lamp in the Camp with the of the THUGS, 'cause
[I am, what I am, and I do I do]
Puff mad lye, catch with my crew.

One: 4x
Chorus 2x

Smif-N-Wessun and we out that...
(okay, we to rock...)