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Yo, straight out the ghetto I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek loose
The narcotics is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or a slay August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch the harvest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxys
Keep a deuce-deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the graveyard shift
Big bundles countin' the cream, burnin' the Lazarus spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR-15
And we ball from plenties of parties 'cause we star shit
Parole home six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off, she made a horrible shock
We sellin' cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything it take because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangstas keep ballin' for sure, we want more
We make it rain from the TEC and the Wop, the Lex pourin'
The priests don't have enough cuffs for us
To slow us up, they hit us with dust, then they rush bus
My man Big Ron'll break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama and Eric B
They ill rap niggas that kill
Destroy shit but they able to build
Come fuck with the real
Cal, better play your part
This shit'll lace your heart
You get hit with a Ghostface dark
And you better live the shit to the fullest
And be ready to pull it or be hit with a BC bullet
They ill rap niggas that kill
Destroy shit but they able to build
Come fuck with the real
It's the Broad Street bully and the killer with no face
My MAC bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like a guillotine sword cuttin'
Niggas stop frontin' 'fore my killer bees swarm somethin'
Empty out the whole clip then reload
Shotgun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit
Kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I'd do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I'd do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mom
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like your father
You couldn't come from these nuts I got
And see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it? Understand
Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't
You's a fake it 'til you make it type of nigga
I'm a straight up take it type of nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American meat
American seed is Muslim, so I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm
Got the soul of a panther, so by any means is the answer
You gon' have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop, won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my niggas wildin'
Yeah, nigga
Guns imported from Dubai
Wheelchairs and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in your gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Gummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and we ready for war
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