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to [Chorus:] By the shoreline, will you be fine Or will it cover you And when you taste it, do you embrace it What will you let it do We grab a look
at the judges, in the criminal courts Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips Drive-bys
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly) Damn near die for me (Staying by my side) Go to court for me (Stand up and cry) Pay my
view this Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention I'm like a surgeon in my left hand Hold
commercial best-buy product Like a piece of material in the supermart Now who said the sell-out can't be real You're justifying the book by the cover
torment And despite the corny line, you could see the extent That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough Follow by cants
this one for my thugs Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk Foot on the floor,
A Ludacris Buddhist, boo this when I do this So true to this, perpetrators view this Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical Three the hard way, boy you need
surgery [Chorus x 2] On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt Companies perfected how to jerk Crews come
to play I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin' I add your colon to my
hostin' different ghettos Different sounds each night No drive by's in caddies Clocking marks Up on the east side No kids with 40's Shootin' dices under
Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans So take cover as I rain thunder upon you man I manifest Hip-Hop in it's highest degree