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Knowledge God

by Raekwon

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Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin' Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm jerkin And uptown these niggas actin like they hurtin' Keys twenty-four a brick Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it I got your back though Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke shit Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rollin' with spics Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed paisandra Claimin New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on I can't front though, truck loads of indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke shit Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke shit Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke shit Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

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