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It's all about my bitches

Freeze burnin' a slack apathetic

That's about 3 inches

To the rest I'm pathetic

The great unchained magnetic

Just like a faucet

Its where you at

Ballers, shot callers, I'm comin up

You see we all in the same gang

White, white, white cup

with champagne, dick out doin the damn thang

Makes me wanna hang it up and quit

To take your mental out the shack

Now the FBI monitors with no feedback

I'm still hearing about drama poppin in the hood

Believe me when I say I be

Spittin flames on the game they call me Zoot Eastwood

Do your damn thing baby

A gangsta I'll forever be

We party and fight

Pondering linguistics ghost insight

Who gon keep tryna stab

Nigga say its sittin platinum

Might be 50

wit a magnum,

You perpetrate for platinum

Shoulda seen what we struggled through

Erykah Badu: You do?

Bam bap, back at it again

And Caucasoids are genetically recessive

I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain

Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive

Bean One, Brother J, X-Clan, yea exclusive

Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound

And some cat named Willie, I heard his name around

Will I see you again, I know the thought is scary

You livin like that, through the scratch I reversed the norm

Too much of somethin' is not good, on the contrary

I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm

Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm

Love may be found if your feet are on the ground

He tried to skip town, headed for the Northbound

Look at all my whips, they're all vintage

I shine the, farther light to liberate poor blacks

and M.C.-in' and DJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage

I'm pitch black, I'm enriched with original facts

Fine riders, line riders, reppin' to the max

Showin you off, tell him shit ain't the same

Only cold stares, cold shoulders in this cold game

My flows sleepin' in a cave

Original Gangster in the house, Schoolly D

Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave

Stamina rocks, even though the lungs' cloudy

Mr. Magic, where you at Lil' D

I crept off school, lick shots into your pelvis

Every Burrough is Thurough, don't forget Larry Davis

Bikinis and thongs, see me like the TV is on

Now pure playa when I pass, play the game with precision

I wanna shop from my bed and set an

Gather the Mac-11's and load 'em full of ammunition

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Like home arrest and a tether

with them you thought you'd never ever sever

So we gon' make a damn song about nothin' okay?

Thinking to myself, I'll be damned if I'm in the slammer

Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day

Got killed when you was little, still got mama

Didn't get a comma, nor a cent, for the karma

All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled

Secrets revealed, wish I kept it concealed

Blood splashed on my grill

Don't hate homie, I'm just like you

From the underground town down the hill

the world don't got it but fantastic do

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

You gotta know, its all for the dough

Hip-hop failed, but it's rising back up the ladder hoe

Every day I'm reminded bout the dangers of smoking

Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic

I instantly thought, that was someone just joking

But I choose to stay on earth to wreak havoc

My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach

The Commission, and The Family nigga, rippin' the track

Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back

Check it, I got sixteen that'll split six spleen

We keep it gutter in the hood

I'm gone punch it once it turn green

Blood blood, blood blood blood blood, blood

And baby girl you feel so good

Behind the walls of ?Thurkill Hall?

Mirror Mirror upon that wall

Like a wig, ya dig?

Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell

This be the big

I can tell, what the hell

people....a hard mc got to sell

Mocking army brigade verve

Swerve to the curve