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(prodigy) for my G pack niggas rite, rite we be shootin at cops nigga wat G pack niggas yo fuck the police NYP new york pricks are dicks they can`t stop our floss stay up ? for my A.M. niggas ? watup dun hit the bootleggas the bootleggas yo, yo dun we got guns in the grass it`s three at night im about to take the last swallow of the eases jesus who go 50 on the next tree we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme music snatch the biscuits from out the lawn fuck a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are solved we gave that bitch 2 wibbles then skated off with a vehicle for the pillow all outside the borough dun wat happened to queens like sumthin in 1 2 1 farmers in 1 sixteenth they got us on the B.Q.E. just to get a taste of that greenery we took our smoke out the coney island post it up by the himalaya pina coladas, champeles mixed wit daney that saint oz is dun lingle spillin it on the floor for our dead people while I spark the sequal my niggas got lungs when we smoke that shit only go around once dogs we just killing time somebody just got they shit twist on the block fuckin up the grind so till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts bitch i wanna fuck rite now (cormega) son im on the bench high eating chicken wings and french fries a crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on 6 dimes im 1 gram from big time a spliff away from overdosing my heart is broken my man started smoking again P i heard the tunnel open again i spoke to flex he said he gonna let both of us in it`s time to load up the auto`s and semi`s i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form of life i got my uptown nikes thugged out and icey mad deep jumping out the cokehead white jeep through was strugglin so i resumed hustlin rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin yo 3 in the mornin and the D`s on the corner still seems we were born to kill yo P meet me on the hill so we could jet through queens in SUV`s and show these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know
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