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of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
Hey, today must be my lucky day
I turned the corner, hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away
(Now where's she staying?) She must be new in
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
startin' to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
Went from rainin' cats and dogs in this bitch
To tiny drops, little drips
And by the time your reign
she looked upset
She said, um
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you
you hit up (woo)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, you better watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can't find you, your
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
you Dainy more than living itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back
Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my
The river makes final call
Out at the edge of town
Where airfield runs water down
Coyote crosses old tracks
And hops on the Light-Rail Max
And if you
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
drug houses, little kids could be treasured
The streets ain't filled with crackheads and D's
I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez
Philly,
as an ice
Pack
You're lovin' everything when I think of a new track
I keep my rhyme flowin', notice it's right on time
And separate the wax and keep my
And the World will know
And the Journal too
Mr. Hearst and Pulitzer, have we got news for you
See, the world don't know
But they're gonna pay
'Stead
Chipping chipping
Chipping up at my block
Chip and dale
She just tryna get a nut
When I'm in it I go wakey ache em up
If I had an okay I would come
You don't
if tracks
Could talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip
Protect your clan cause we're about to trip
Bass
I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
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