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Moet got me actin' a fuckin' goat in here
Yo God, remember in the days God?
When we came a long way and shit,
(No question)
to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit
You know what I'm sayin', it's like
I wanna hit my family with like and all of that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that dunn

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long
Let me y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, down to gators
The whole stackin' paper
Yo we do this, on the low
If so, we John Dolo
First thing, you need if you know
We carry 'cuz a real world, show and prove

In ill words, all my know the slurge
Dress nasty fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her
Damn son, why she takin' you that?
She's a of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to part and start more hatred

is sacred
The side of that paw, you lie naked
in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute and get ya boots splattered
average, ya Mom's had it
Just a broke young dumb, of cum
to haunt something, takes something of yours
Here you something, growing up around fifteen

Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big
to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks my niggas leave
be sayin', "Let em breathe"
The wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical yo
We startin' our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, us all off

us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin' how the talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk he was in New York?
Kept the spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come back a little endorse
Risked it for his the pain is lost
We back on a better note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I you love you to death, you thoroughbredable
The Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we it, we all hood
Ha ha

I make born to save self, you know?
Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I
in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of
a blessing to deliver this lesson
While the planet, extending development
And for the mind, never ended
We now it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the now
With and wisdom
The original style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan