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fake thug, no love, you get the slug cb4 gutso. your luck no, i didn't know till i was drunk though. you freak niggas played out, get fucked then ate out, prostitute turned bitch, i got the gauge out, 96 ways i made out montana way the good f=e=l=l=a verbal a=k spray dipped attache jumped out the range, empty out the ashtray, a glass of zay (alize) make a man cassius clay. red dot plots, murder schemes 32 shotguns regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam from one ring. yo let me let y'all niggas know one (1) thing there's one life, one love so there can only be one king. the highlights of living, vegas style roll dice in linen. antera's spinning on millenniums 20g bets i'm winning them, threats i'm sending them, lex with t.v. set the minimum, i'll sex adrenaline. party with villains. a case of demi=sec to chase the henny. wet any clique with the semi=tech who want it. diamonds i flaunt 'em. chicken heads flock i lace 'em, fried, broiled, amaze 'em, taste 'em, crack they legs may out of formation. it's horizontal how i have 'em fucking me in the benz wagon. can it be vanity from last dragon, grab gun it's on though, shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight with the broke mac it won't spray right. don't give a fuck what they hear as long as the drama's lit. yo overnight thugs, bug because they ain't promised shit hungry=ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit. i peeped you frontin', i was in the jeep sunk in the seat tinted with heat beats bumpin'. across the street you was wildin' talkin'‘bout how you ran the island in‘89, laying up playing the yard with crazy shine i cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine clanked 'em what was be thinking on my corner when it pay me time bug‘em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em. so dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb. spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son, caught a hot one, somebody take his biscuit before the cops come. then they come asking me my name, what the fuck, i got stitched up and went through the left hospital that same night. what i got my gat back, time to backtrack i had to drop so how the fuck i get clapped. black was in the jeep watching all these scenes speed by it was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one, that clown niggas through blazing out his crew daily. the bridge touched me up severely hear me so when i rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin' el's sippin' coors on all floors in project halls. contemplating war niggas i was cool with before we use to score together. uptown copping the raw but a=a thug changes and love changes and best friends become strangers. word up. yo to them thugs niggas gettin it on in the world ya know. to them niggas that locked down doing their thing surviving know what i'm saying. to my thorough niggas new york and world wide yo to the queens bridge militia did shit the firm clique the illmatic nigga it was written though been a long time comin. y'all fake niggas trying to copy come with yo cool.