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Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go
run this
Like I say, man (United Nations)
From the Big Apple (Bounce)
All the way back to the Wild Wild West (Bounce)
It is what it is (Eastside
whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pa** go
bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So
and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like
and my game is harder

I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin'
to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some
hang low like my balls in the potty
And I dare ya'll to try to rob me
Theodore U, we got the army
A-Town to Mariner's Harby
Wild West, Now Born, go
balls in the potty
And I dare ya'll to try to rob me
Theodore you, we got the army
A-Town to Mariner's Harby
Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G.
Killa Hill,
Ending up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?

[Nas]
To my dogs.. wherever you are

Whattup Big? You know s*** is rough after you slid
hang low like my balls in the potty
And I dare ya'll to try to rob me
Theodore U, we got the army
A-Town to Mariner's Harby
Wild West, Now Born, go
looking out for me
The ladies, they go wild for me
Back to the front, left to the right
And everybody up in the balcony
You can tell by my accent that
looking out for me
The ladies, they go wild for me
Back to the front, left to the right
And everybody up in the balcony
You can tell by my accent that
Ending up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

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