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Get this thing through your head
Thou shall never never be no more
Tell me, tell me about a dreamin'
Hey yo I move with a clique that's reckless
And ain't got no problem spraying your ass like disinfectant
So if I feel disrespected
I promise you family your body gon' be hollow tip infested
I come from the slums of the 2-1-2
H-Dub, Lennox Ave., fuck you gon' do?
We got wild clips duke
With things that'll hit you and leave a hole so
Big your moms could put her whole wrist through
Holmes, you don't wanna push me there
To the point I gotta leave you in a bush somewhere
Nah, you don't wanna push me there
It ain't worth it dog (nah)
Homeboy you better (better)
Before I aim and you (you)
You heard Mill's real and believe it stupid cuz (that's no lie)
C'mon, Slay you know who to holler at
I'm heavy everywhere from Harlem to the
Bottom where the rude boys and shottas at
Hell is what I'm givin 'em, fuck hurtin I'm killin 'em
Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again
I merge to the track, the perfect of rap
It's nonsense how the don get curved at the clap
You missed me simply, I asserted the trap
K-class, the same game, durable packs
Mobsters with the arms up
In the game put me bomb up
As I calm down, this is Ainge theory uh
I may bury the whole league in Jones Beach
And Bayberry, the eight carries your soul sleep
So breathe, Ainge God in the building, OG's
Ainge honor the brilliant and sever the minds
That push the breath of the best to collide
Better yet I put the F in define
Never fret when it's beef I put the pep in the nine
From your brain to my watch you'll be ahead of my time
Ainge shift, your brain whisp, the gates aim to lift
The game'll keep going cause Aingealistic sits bitch
Get this thing through your head
Thou shall never never be no more
Tell me, tell me about a dreamin'
What up? It's Cashmere, y'all your new rap fellow
Manhood like the jam in '86, hello
You know what that means, y'all the rap queens
Bunch of bitch niggas, bow to your new king
And after this it won't be no more
Y'all dudes is full of hype, that's what TV's for
So, get it through your head
On the 9 I leave eight holes through your head
You think I'm playin nigga?
I have my peeps hop out the van
Leave you lookin like a soldier outta Pakistan
Ask them dudes on this track, they'll tell you Cash the man
Whatever he's doin, trust me I know I can
I'm ahead of 'em, eight miles and runnin
I'm done bustin shots, the next hit's a bomb drop
You cocksuckers is about to die, and (that's no lie)
Let's go, c'mon
Get this thing through your head
Thou shall never never be no more
Tell me, tell me about a dreamin'
Either you get it through the head or you get it through the leg
Either way you put it this bullet is gon' leave you dead
And I ain't freezin up when it's time
To pull it, you heard what I said
The state or nigga, we all about the bread
And it's time for a reality check
Ghetto celeb in the hood, and I ain't even see a salary yet
Y'all niggas flee when my cavalry step
Staten Island we rep
Style into death, pumpin gallons of wet
And like Nick, yeah I stay with the cannon
Layin for a bit, get you stuck wherever you standin
Lay you on the strip, blaze for a bitch
You punk pussy, you dealin with crumbs
So stop actin like you want some cookies
I'm not the greatest, I'm the latest, y'all faggots is imitators
Air you out like ventilators and peel you like skin potatoes
Cause most of y'all faggots be soundin like little Jada's
Yo I speak for the Stuy
Brooklyn is mines, get it through your head
'Fore I round these bullets up and send 'em through your head
Last nigga tried to stunt left his hat full of lead
That's the picture that you see on the inside of feds
I want you to think that my gun don't burst
My Tec'll make niggas back up like cars in reverse
Definition of a thug mean put in your work
A nigga act up, you put his whole earth in the earth
Yeah I'm hotter than you ever was
Real you never was
Hustle hard nigga we get you whatever drugs
Bet you none of y'all seen machine guns rattle
So I let off and let you feel the heat off the barrel
My dogs locked up, he got you and you hit the gravel
Been a hard hitter before the Mets signed Darrow
I'm your reaper when I flash the street sweeper
You bitch niggas'll crack up like cheap sneakers
Get this thing through your head
Thou shall never never be no more
Tell me, tell me about a dreamin'
Yo, y'all niggas keep talkin greasy like I won't out y'all
See me in the streets, got more smiles than Southstar
Pull your socks up homie, you know what I'm about yo
I was pushin rocks, you push the rock for gauchos
Lot of niggas thuggin but not like me
Put the fifth to your nose for bein nosey
Fuck a throwback jersey, you tryin to be Fabolous
End your career, have you in a service like Canibus
Niggas shouldn't have let me loose
I'm wild when I'm sober, imagine off cran and Grey Goose
I'm liable to clap the Tec, make you take your chain off
But I don't want a rash on my neck
Shit we ain't the same caliber, Lizzie a don
I treat hoes how I wanna, even got a bad blonde
Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on
Get this through your head before I flip over your Yukon
Street sweeper cocked back, run up where your block at
Gettin money? Stop that, where the fuckin rocks at?
Bandana on my face, 39 on my waist
Two-fifty tryin to run, nigga you ain't gettin chased
You was poppin hella shit, all that shit irrelevant
Sittin on cake, and you waitin on a settlement?
I'm a grown man, never run, never ran
And I don't play with kids, this ain't Never Never Land
Brooklyn, fuck that, crack is where my nuts at
You can buck that through your fond duck tat
I smoke cocoa brother, stay with a Smith and Wesson
Skip Jay at the Garden and hit Slay's session
Bad Seed from the top of the hill, it's still real
Tarantino flow, keep it low, I kill Bill
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