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Bare knucks, baby
We been to get our swang on
Old school goin' down be some great fun
Look at my knuckles, I'm missin' 3 humps
That's from bustin'

Stick hit his ass, now he a patient
(Stained him)
Old money, nigga, this shit is ancient
Triple cross, they callin' me Satan
(Triple cross)
Five kis

Give up what you crazy
We gotta raise these babies
Rap for me everything else for you
Raising a man and a woman so beautiful
Just like their momma

is a shotta,
she start wine real fast and wine real slow drop it pan di floor cause she love how me flow true she no know man a real old dog so me take

is pure
And we ain't spoken in a minute but I thought that I should call

So, baby, can you hear me out
And put me first?
She askin' me why I'm so

Eddie Bow II

U.N.L.V.

Mac Melph Calio

1998

with real short hair
Stop two guess who? I see the 17th crew
All I know is they hella inject, a.k.a. the baldin' group
I got my nigga Lil Ya, fuckin'

That I've chosen to wander again
There's no coming home

Within a lawless land, I was a ruthless man
Who lived to die by the code of the old, no

a dealer?
This is so old school
You would've thought I was in Fila
Don't talk to feds, never been a squealer
I said talk to me, bro
They don't wanna talk

to scold me,
My brother only,
Missed him for 6 years,
so Im raised by his peers,
But I love my mama dear,
So I chose a career,
Now I travel often,
Condos,

We're in a trap Take a leaf outa my book its a better read than anything that you find in this god forsaken land. As we slave in no mans land shifting

Valentino
But what you know about tees by Marino
All my dawgs dem fly like eagle
Old school like pattern Moschino, hey, hey, hey
In the camouflage, I'm

an old man see on a standing tree
One hundred stage lights, and the whole world

Keeps on looking at me, yeah
2018, Yeah steady running my thing
Trying

filthy rich one day. 
And the next morning end up broke. 
I'm glad I learned my lesson, way back in '87. 
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos,

I do this 
Cool whip flows in the music I move with
Candy paint blue is on the whip & that drip so stupid 
Like who’s this, snap back tatted up,

nowadays
Street shit by the white man is what sells nowadays
But, who am I to judge
I buy that shit too, knowing the music ain’t a buck
I know how it works

hit the weights
There is no debate 
A smile on my face 
Everything embraced 
Zoo Culture 
I plant a seed let it grow like agriculture 
we crush the gym

(I’m just being me)
I turn the base up ya’ll don’t need to hear my lyrics
I heard your shit and it gave me fuckin’ ear aches
Man, I don’t fear it

Chiaa!
Cas dat nigga man...
Yeah!

Drunk as fuck off that captain Morgan
Textin old hoes, Im tryna explore again!
She say "You don't know"
Well, shit

the last line is always better than the first line,
and the next move you make, omo you a dead man!
Better dey pick race, omo no look face.
cause round here,

business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we

business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we

business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we

missed the chance to meet
My perfect one, my unforgettable
And I might be biased but
No one else has looked this good
Since some old man shone light upon

I'm at /
  it paints a picture like rembrant on the chart they call it gantt / 
  so there, could never be an ill consumer, traipsing the montezuma /