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drama, let me talk to you mami Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew And hit some
do what I do When I do, what I do If you want to step You gotta play it by the rules You gotta do what I do When I do, what I do Now Step
and forth (no) And I promise that I'll get it by force (on God) Remember the all white Forces (white) Now we in all white horses (white) We used to hit
dough, never snitch hood nigga principles and byebye live by and die by nigga even when im finger fuckin hoes finga on tha trigger diamonds in ma crucifix
got that purp and I got that brown and I got that green When I'm in yo town and I hit your scene in a candy painted car that'll sit so clean trunk
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style
2live crew shit, I rap a lot about new shit This that country rap tune southern fried funky shit I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
have harnessed in mid November It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted I sunk to find the walk
now I'm wide awake Right now I'm wide awake Right now I'm wide awake Hands stay clean 'till the well go dry One wheel for the clock that we live
echoed through the crowd Six punks hit, two punks died All causalities was applied to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We
love, with your ho. Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing, Act cool. Lesson 3, Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich, If your game is soft
live in California, drive a drop top Roll by the beach, look at the freaks jump in my car, I do it every week DJ's who know call me Mister Short All
the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
the slugs out Love don't live here anymore I artillery dog Came wit many foes Spend ya benz is twenty slow Get to tha house kick in tha door You
Knock knock Come in You want to fight I'm gonna win I'll take you out In a minute Step in my flat See what's in it I live in the land
'cause the Kane said so This is the dance floor groove of the album Presented to you all live from Calvin Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee The disc
life, but just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat
putting out hit's Tryin' to shoot me But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci And lavish They tryin' to take they money back It's two to they cabbage
even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside I used
platinum albums, two gold This ninety sick, I'm still in Worldwide [Chorus]
I may seem See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream So when me
Thirty two shots to split ya! It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya! John could make ya richer! Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air! I
dot org For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to Nobody come close to my crew, we
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