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And now-a-days chunky ratchets aim accurate
That's why it take real to recognize real
Staten Island, you know where we at
I'ma end a few careers, when I sign a deal
It's the real deal that makes you feel
Got these new souls controlled goin outta their mind
Ever the lost souls at the age of nine, grind
And I'm an idea machine on a springboard with cleats
When War come through, niggas get they own ass got
Governments are sworn to speak the truth of born defeats
Tell your whole block cause it's the sure shot
Disgusted! Busted! You wanna touch it! Too hot!
Balanced my foes and my cats, enemies and friends
Both of us in wheelchairs we quietly hold hands

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