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With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Verse One: Sadat X 



This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free 

But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
brother's locked down
I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
[Chorus:Repeat x4] 
Only if you want it 
Yes I really want it 

Can I get an eye open up 
Eazy locin' up 
Smokin' up 
Much dust like a nut
it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me ?
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid

[Chorus]

You're just worms
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
Post wit a shotty
Tims on how I be
All blacked out
Hoody on wit da crack out

You can catch Mac in Marcy
4-5-6Ing it
Orange Bo Jackon's
New York
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
This is what I eat, sleep and breathe and feed my kids
Would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
This is what I eat, sleep and breathe and feed my kids
Would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
F*** with my rocks,
cheese, get that dough

Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
mic!
[ Play ]
Oh, you want some of this?
[ Kid ]
Yo, it's my turn
[ Play ]
Yeah, go for yours

[ Kid ]
Anything you can do, I can do better
I
on track
These raps you hear today
Is a bad ass act
I'm here to tell it
Like it ought to be
It ain't no kids fault to me
Thirty five year olds
Actin'
C'mon get their lives on track
These raps you hear today
Is a bad ass act
I'm here to tell it
Like it ought to be
It ain't no kids fault to me
35
him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now

Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer
for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the Lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice
snake what wake up or bake up pay up or break up
You're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimping ain't
Easy but if ya mac you'll be
cheese, get that dough

Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't