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Yeah...it`s time to get ill and suerve...lets get down...get deep in
these Brooklyn streets...Kna meen?...let`s do this...It`s time to throw on our cleets and get filthy....tell you `bout some shit... Verse 1: Dangerous curves for Brasco to suerve shit gets hot in Bushwick suburbs I heard Maria told Marisol "Baby, daddy balls, Poppi had these draws soakin", my strokin` got them open thats why Hector`s motions I be scopin` he hates that I play Lat`s like the eight track "Black Mothafucka, pluckin` my baby`s Mother" sucka, his crazy brother don`t want no part of this one block on Knickerbock will get burned by arsonists Mommi likes me, she say so Viejo gave me his blessin`, and not just him your Men gave me props like cops thats corrupt laced `em all with trucks, what the fuck I suck, thats your opinion my dominion offends men like anorexics in Fin-Fin tin men seein` their endin` is madness I`d rather kick hits instead of kickin` they asses. Chorus - Dip dip I so-socialize to clean out the safe and open up her thighs (Repeat once) Verse 2: Bitches with cash is the best to have `cause they won`t clash with niggas to arrest your ass I keep one eye open like a sailor watchin` these kids so I don`t feel a failure you heard Mahalia`s voice, here`s the choice Black suits and gospel or cop the Royce I got her moist thinkin` of the heated cars treats at bars with stars, Mamasita`s large you can get that if you just sit back and think why`s there sex tapes and coke in the sink? ropes filled with links, ice like Alaska would you trade that for smacks of wet plaster? I know you need to eat, need to creep get money baby, just keep it discreet stress me in the streets, so I look insane have these cats chantin` my name on the train I aim for the platinum plaques nowadays you gotta pack them gats it`s like that, right back at ya to splat ya, capture the moment sounds twisted don`t it? I`m on my own shit. Chorus 2x Verse 3: They wanna go there like the old pair end up weighin` about 8 pounds with no hair yeah, you show fear so here`s half a hundred give me a double take then act fronted just be back, don`t act in the Ac niggas love to jack all my stacks from rap the temptation you facin`s erasin` the situation don`t lace them just waste them if I wake and you ain`t beside me I see two other Mommies who love Versace love to pop Cris`, love to cop V`s love to knock knees above the Roxy in Biloxy, hidden reports, exotic resorts you missed this look for a postcard on Christmas snap shots with fat knots and chicas black drops with backdrops of P.R. Visa gold, three live hoes in the truck about two bucks, thick muts for quick nuts it`s just me, the same MC from ultra droppin` the roots of culture for you vultures. Chorus 6x
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