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featuring A.G. O.C. Ghetto Dwellas
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[O.C.]
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Even if the Chosen One's frozen inside ice
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I still rise like the spirit of Christ it's all right
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I'm a let you niggas know I'm still nice
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With this voicebox made of gold larynx priceless
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What the fuck y'all niggas thought?
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I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors fought
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Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word life!)
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You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells
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I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet
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Splitting niggas wigs like I'm slamming 'em on granite
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Niggas can't manage whether Jamacian, Hatian
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Dominican, white, or Spanish
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Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out
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If it's coming from the top, make sense of what you're talking about
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[A.G.]
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The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta
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Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better
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Let us divide this cheddar, O.C. and us three
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Tighter than niggas that did time together
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It's only right we shine together
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I'm a rhyme forever, while you the worst
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I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse
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Unless these streets get me first, want a few mil
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But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas
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I'm whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is real
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You feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know it
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And I'm a blow it like I knew it for years
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Like my peers through childhood
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Was a wild hood, did anything a broke black child could
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Even robbing and stealing, but that's not foul, that's the hood
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Even money knew it when he cracked a smile and passed the goods
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Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have 'em fiend
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The dream is to make hits and stack cream
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The scheme is to get that cash for new trucks
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Ass at the bar for us to scoop up
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The beam, infrared on you, beamed up
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Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?"
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D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up
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Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up
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[D-Flow]
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Ayo I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystal
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Fuck what I sift through, insane in your membrane
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These cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I won't miss you
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A killer like Kam, I send your whole fam with you
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Addicted to Dro, sipping on Mo
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Tell you if you didn't know, G.D. be ripping the globe
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Whipping the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow
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If you lyrical I'll cripple you, that's how the game go
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Get the fuck out of here with your plain hoe and small chips
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We all rich, only players score more than six
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Gorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound before we started
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It was more than this, hold it down
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Keep my head up, for ignorant niggas around me
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Front on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell me
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I keep it tight, you weak when you write
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And get beat, you light player
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It's the flavor I save for your neighbor
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My niggas died for this money and I'm a try for this
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Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits
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We be the Bronx's finest, honeys got to rewind this
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G.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic
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[Party Arty]
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Yo fuck a Bently, I push a Benzi 500
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Like the Indy, got too many Benjis to be stingy
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Skin complexion of a penny, skip the Henny
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Hit the Remi, spit the semi-automatic at anyone that static
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It's Party Arty, cardy with premium
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Trust me, for us three, I bust three
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Triple teaming 'em, Show & A.G. and 'em
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Without a doubt G.D. and 'em
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Bout it, bout it like Master P and 'em
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It's the machette swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer
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I already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer
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Bless it, for refreshment, I'm a senior
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Felony charges, y'all niggas is misdomeanor
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Like when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the philly
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Ace Buchanan, a.k.a. Poppa Willy
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Flows knock you silly, rock above you when it's chilly
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Show love when the hoes jock to grill me, fill me
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The rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like I was socked silly
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I'm not the Willy to fuck with
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Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it, it's yours
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Get lost, cause y'all cats don't want to brawl with the big dogs
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Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have 'em fiend
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The dream is to make hits |