Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control
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Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
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Sixteen years old with heart that's gold
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Yo check it check it out like this, here we go
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Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat
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But now I'm gettin much props like a fat cat
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A young mack but I don't think I'm all that
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I just can't sweat another brother's bozack
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So what the fuck, y'all movin on up
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Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
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And if ya don't like and you wanna step up
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Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts
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Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker
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Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
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I'm from the Bronx, New York City
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The big fuckin Apple where the niggaz get busy
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God bless the dead, and God rest my pops
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Peace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots...
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Words From The Nutcracker
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| Gang Starr |
