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the hood as the cars go by
The light turned green and I started to bail
Across the street, drunk as hell
Seen a fine girl at the red light
Her face her hair
it bad
The story of Mrs. Pierre is ten times as sad
Poor woman with twenty-two children
A duck, and two goats in the bin
She was gaily informed by
on
You get a three minute glimpse of the icon
Your best rapper two-steppin to my song
When he don't know, he ask I write for him
Jersey lights, that's
Sniffing out the lames, I came with co-signage
Flame, thrown by him my game, Kobe Bryant
If they don't know why, they can blame the flow
I ain't afraid
us
We was full of youth, not yet abused by time
Its like I saw the whole world through my rhymes
Its kinda crazy right?

Twenty-two years ago
a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been titled Plug Two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, Posdnuos will
to be a method, no magicians, not a trick

Bitten by the spoken who been titled plug two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been titled plug two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, posdnuos will
hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick. 
Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. 
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck
dandelions in the fall
Niggas heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no
and niggaz make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's
a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand
Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin'
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.

The American media, greedier than the average
a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand
[Haystak]
If i could make this verse as hard as the other two
This song would be a banging mother fucker dude
Haystak, alias moonshine, big stak, mista mac
nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Slappin' bones, ton of niggas perkin'
Recitin' lyrics from my songs
Ain't nobody hurtin' we all workin'
Tryin' to have loot, in the studio
With hangovers
darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by

Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I
among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary
By the way, which was what made I
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry
loose  
All my niggas duck down uh
'cause we don't fuck around, geah, uh
My nigga Muggs in the house
Soul Assassins two times check it out
You know how we
I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
Favourite song
[fuck tha police]

Chorus: repeat 2x

Verse two: shyheim

I rol with criminals, coldbloody
is an overwhelming responsibility
Oh, fluffy duck
We walked through the maternity ward and saw two hundred and eighteen babies wearing nylons
It
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me,