I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
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Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly
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Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit
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One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig
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Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind
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Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes
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His feet hurt , networkin he get no work
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Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth
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Yo he sucked his thumb smooth
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for the kid laced with the big guns
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Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
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Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man
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Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front
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Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
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Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
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Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated
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Buck 60 strike was the medley
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Nice like Van Halen , seen him
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at the tunnel with his skin peelin
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Did two days thought he was jailin
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You get close , look at his hands
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That's the same kid that cut his wrists ,
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talkin bout the cuffs did it
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He ran away , frontin majorly ,
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eyes like Sammy Davis jr.
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Rounded off with a fade g ,
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he sport the Bob Hope classics
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Ran down Asics , Kmart ,
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the short sleeve shit be the basics
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He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews
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Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights
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Yo let me tell you how the game go
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We gettin rid of all the prostitutes
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Tony wants the streets back fo sho
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Too many hustlers , too many thieves
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We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's
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Too much TV , guns and robberies
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Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy
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Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit
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The other night they kidnapped
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his brother pokin it with knives
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It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy
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One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
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Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me
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From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees
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Yo we played the speaker
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And from a distance we could see these chains
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The P slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains
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Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all
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He just cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall
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Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck
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Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck
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Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip
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He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix
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He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor
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Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
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Sammy eagerly rode up on him ,
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taxi off the turkey with the joint On him
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Flower look his man stood up before him
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The bitches hit the table ,
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Jah king stripped off his cables
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Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
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Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off
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We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich
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See Allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled
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In the measured pool ,
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pistol with Mase , and broke the handle
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Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours
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Shim kicked the jukebox theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
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Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin
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He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian
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He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy
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No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three
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Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin
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Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon
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It's over , another story told
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Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras
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Yo let me tell you how the game go
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We gettin rid of all the prostitutes
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Tony wants the streets back fo sho
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Too many hustlers , too many thieves
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We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's
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Too much TV , guns and robberies
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Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy
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Freeze Frame
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| The J. Geils Band |
