Lyrics:
Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway
I'm minding my business please
Just leave me alone
I told you the last time please just me alone
Please don't touch me, don't touch me
(to police)
more? (Slide no more)
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooded radical (rad)
Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two (buy the two)
Don't sip green 'cause that
me, duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. Try and want word with this
Kid who punked out
me, duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. Try and want word with this
Kid who punked out
bitches, that's none of my business, but I don't sip tea
(That's Nickel) Ride around his block
All he knows is pitfalls, that's why he's always climbin'
rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga
Soma's on the picnic it's probably time to pop em
Karate Kid, older dude playing younger
Trained by Duke Evers not to never lose your hunger
HOOK:
ya at (to the center or the heart of people)
I came up in the street around some real wild brothers
With more than one name and more than one baby
you surprised yeah its me
Keep my eyes in the mirror, 4-5 on my seat
Ride mine on them feet, I can ride on any street
I ain't even gotta hide from
drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
That's right we do it like that
Keith Turbo the new man
Here we go
Move in close range with the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center
I
take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look money from across the street Think its sweet think you get money across
Keep your hoes in check
(Super)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'll come scoop her around eight, she said (super)
That
drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage
I still hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack
they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear
the gutter
If it ain't ma dukes I swear I won't love her
Want to watch you sniff the line I can't serve an undercover
Really stand on business watch a plug up
a beef with five-oh
In the streets with the five-oh its a game of survival duke
Now tell me who protects me from you?
I got people that buy tek's
They drowned tryin' to ride my wave
They couldn't surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like
We ain't gon' hurt no more
I'm healin' from
Salt water tank
Smoke good weed to compliment my brain, ripped jeans to compliment my J's
I grind weed to put it in a j, on magazines and that center
The streets that raised my creole-ass
Made sure i don't forget where I come from
My story starts in "Fisherville", I grew up in "Goosport" and then "Tha
what they on
Ain't my business, too much talk, ain't no listening
Hutch hit through window tint, six hundred for my lenses
Dukes like why you still
tellin' her friends, I came with some M's
Workin' your bitch out in my private gym (damn)
Nigga, I'm workin' her center (whoa)
Bend her over 'cause I'm
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