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twenty-five, Bishop."
 [Bishop Nelson:] "Dollar twenty-five, 
 Willie. Isn't that the same price your mother charges for a blow job, 
 you piece of dog
wanted every cranny and nook,
Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks,
Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks

Second
the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done

The watchman lay there dreaming
At fourty five degrees
He dreamed that
story
Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I’m sporting
6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry
Put me on the verbal court
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!

I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that
these niggas hustling backwards
I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh HOOD!

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up
fuckin' time to play witchu! 
Now gimme the message.
Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. 
Told me to tell why'all motherfuckers to keep cool. 
He be out one
fuckin' time to play with you! Now gimme the message.
Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
Keep cool. He be out one way
the black steel 
And my friends make suggestions... 
That I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question 
If I die by the trigger of a misled
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
here to New Orleans,
I'll improve 'em, bout it bout it,
When a days I do a Michael,
To the days of being jailed,
Class with thoughts that kept
My
Satanic moves 
Breakin' golden rules 
Doin' what they choose will quickly send them to eternal snooze 
Lookin' at every group that is produced by Fly are
of a nigga that's full of indecision,
Don't know which way to go, 
At the crossroads,
It's time to elevate the game,
'Cause they spit the same ol' same,
has taken place that we are governed by fools?


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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our