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to the back (blooow)
Came back then hit that quick 
That yout' with the chit chat
There with the big hat
Broke like Kit-Kats
Smoke that shit that
Leave

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

a novice rapper you aint spitting flame fuck boys aint trained to bang
My whole family made it selling caine I done seen things that made me insane
I met

Small Cash, It All Hit The Stash
Fast Bucks, Slow Bucks, It All Adds Up
Don’t Get Caught Up By Them Jack Boys Playing Tuff
Cause These Fools Selfish, They

pocket, on lock in my pad
We need some space, can't fuck with what you emulate, no
My favorites advanced, no game boy
Need the advance, or we can't go

Yo what up, this is ya boy Mo Mikes the city
And I'm team up with my Amsterdam boys
Sjp, Gallante, it's the official take over

If you ain't two

Yo what up, this is ya boy Mo Mikes the city
And I'm team up with my Amsterdam boys
Sjp, Gallante, it's the official take over

If you ain't two

Good boy image i was toting 
I couldn't hear a sound when 
Dat that nigga hit me over shoulder 
Kept a straight face til I couldn't like a big Soldier

leaving my stick if I'm bussing a move
Paid some change spent a buck one da shoes
Ain't no breaking the code but don't play by the rules
Man they hate when

Dressed up neatly for fucking with a BG
S been Ready to Die like BIG first CD
Told you I was coming
You niggas didn't believe me
Knock down the door to this

bitch tried to play me got my glock and then I merked shit
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Bitch
I'm like ace I rock your girlfriend by the way I'm working
Tried

drop drop-drop like hydraulics

Baby boy you know I brought posse

In the cut we in your body 

Big buck hunter tatted cross my body 

Clicked up in

on deloreans when we going in
Big fish to go get fried like worldwide with hope in him
Notice we the chosen, broken molded by the king
Royalty inside my veins

all was there when they new that I was mad up 

And big up all my brothers in the system riding bang up
A proper bunch of nutters but I swear there

a new booty to the city
Nah cause I was put in work before the 90's
In 88 when I started to bang and get a name
In 91
I started with a slang and taught

out of the dust
They not a product of us
Get the big bang out of yo buck
They'll still try to bring you down when you ain't gotta be up
Its a shame they

Looking for dat boy, but he under a rock like Patrick 
I was skipping classes, because I would rather flip a package 
Walked in class, da teacher gave me

Midlands like Jafro
She said she'll sex if we do dates
But I ain't Young T so I ain't going Nandos (agh)
Make big moves and bang hoes (nah)
Fuck a rat

straps
Anytime I'm looking in my pot, bro, it's all crack
And right now, these bitches are badder than ever
Your broski got touched, go and bang for

dads son"
Big green eyes with some ears to match, he had an awkward face and couldn't help that
Blood and ash on his damn gloves and he thought he saw

at when I was shooting in the gym)
Imma champion
(Where yo ass was at when I was shooting in some Tims)
I was winning before I was born

Big work though

with the big boys, face it
But you still wanna play like Satan
You got no death squads to call your own
Or a pilot to fly your drones
Much less

we're still trapping

Skr skr, jump out nab man
I caught the boy lacking by the traffic
Back out my ting get active
How can I beef them guys they

walk wit' it
Any opp boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big .22s, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on folks wit'