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My city so real out of wish they was the king of it
the government shut down on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My young cousin died on the hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her the isle
I'll take his place, I'll be there in a and a smile
She don't gotta me, your daddy was brave
He did this for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and call it
All up in the
say ''he was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need food for thought, we are
He's good, his city bad, his installment
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, depend on me to solve it
behind a major label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the on you bastards
I die put a street sweeper in my casket
And close it, let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me could in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma up blasting
Acting you built, you'se a fucked up has-been
I with a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit Most Wanted bars
My willpower got more will than a hundred
show these niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a cocksucking broad,
You got something you wanna get off your besides your fucking bra
Stop throwing hints, shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama none of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't like one of y'all
You can go try and get whoever you involved
'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking solve
Acting you really thugging hard and bucking crons
He because of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a fucking
Hit you on the back and the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who died and left in charge?
Carried so many on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a massage
Selling jars of weed if he out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma have him God
Cross me and your won't live to beat another throb
My gun got so much it needed another job
I told you in Slaughter I was at large
My whole be bucking crons
You can't come to Coney Island niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you bumping
Next time make sure you who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll you slumped on them bumping cars
Stop saying you get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would like a lumber
Every time you see the entourage we to rob
Charge a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit than Bernard, we parked in your garage
Your in a menage, hearts becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, squad is running job
Arson grand larceny
Bars of in front of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the Bronx and
Cradle to coffin, give a abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] hard
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of