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more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been 3 years look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this shit the calm
Yea,
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this s*** the calm
the furthest thing from calm
That's why I'm putting on
They always wanna ask what type of act that you putting on
Like? Damn
thats usin' a toothpick

Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
Act now and get some action for $3.99
Later on I might charge for ménage
Heard her man
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo,
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It kept,
holmies on the scene with cocktails
One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell
Someone lookin' through windows the door bells

Goes off followed by
ever be

Alright, on 3
1 2 3!

FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS!

Shoot that motherfucker!
Punk ass mothafuckin' police!

SA PRIZE NIGGAZ!

Fuck the police! Fuck,
short 

I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport 

One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye 

I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man,
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
of, showin niggaz what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit
Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
can stop me
Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's only three things that make mac not act like beans
Amatullah tisha, po aldin,
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
begin to bomb in a calm manner, jaws drop and shatter
gall bladders burst, punks jump up and get their egos punched
by a far fatter verse
and you can
to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed to hate me
Bold & wild, you
Jacktown.... 



1st Verse 

(J Da Groova) 



(If I want to free?) my mind 

I feel pain and stress 

accompanied by fear of falling  and war 

Gotta
for a goon hoe
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store
Katrina wiped
grab the 4-4, Mag-num 

Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb 

Damn, why they make me want to pull out a gun? 

First name's Camille, Camille's
floatin vinta, it's ah 
Sort of like a mixture, can you picture
One calm and cool one that burn like the sun
The one two two to three
Soopafly rolls
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
Et de la non-communication
[and of non-communication]
Avec calme et brio il est objet d'admiration
[with calm and brio he's subject to admiration]
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It