from the, street bible or the street *******Fake thugs ride the ******* when my *******t comes onI'm a nappy little *******, still goin strongYou can eat a ******* while i eat a thong (clue!)But still the bomb[tek]It's the wave-king, rock the two tone wallees strip-onsDon't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-onMy grimy brooklyn *******s stay flippin ya chickWhile my crew from new jerus stay vickin ya whipsTek is the *******t, ain't nobody spittin like thisDeep impact steez been like a chromed out sixWit the amg kit, ericsson wit the chipY'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the *******I keep the livin quarter held down wit two ninesOne in the bed, one in the bathroom at all timesSo while i'm takin a *******t, i'm at route and plan a hitThe amount we flip depends on what we getIt's like a wall street trick, dirty money move quickMy mans wear stones you can tip the scales witOn they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's boneLook, ain't no tellin how many gats i've thrown[rock] (steele)Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)[lidu rock]Yo the set i claim is the set that bangTo the mutha****** end, i be doin my thing (yeah!)Lidu rock, know the name in new york we g stackinFirst the bloods and the crips, now ******* is carjackinLike my ******* craig and em say, "******* that *******t!"Rockin *******nes in the 'ville, you better tuck that *******tOr watch yo' step baby, watch where you walkI put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talkFor real son, now we got mad cops on the blockCuz we hold it down for doc and i keep my heat *******edLidu rock, what the ******* i know y'all *******s mad at meSo if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, mutha*******[ruck]You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin capFake ******* from the projects who ain't got a gatRuck reign supreme, aim the steamWhen the gun click, your ass *******t navy beansMaybe these, *******s ain't ready for the magnumForce, the holocaust, ******* i just dragged themOff lost in the sauce and of course i'm glad themMonkey *******s don't ******* wit the ruck cuz they fags, sonThe last one, to step to sean p caught a bad oneQuincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed emCornball *******s wit drugs thinkin they weight greatStill bummin money for stoges and a drakes cake[steele]Get it straight, y'all *******s ****** wit some heavyweightsBoot camp-ion champions on point like paper matesDemonstrate, spectacular venacularSmackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatulaSnatchin ya, off the street like policeNext week, they find your body wa*******n up on the beachDon't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)Tally on, be gone, as we rally strongSee me in brook-lyn where crooks be armedTerrorial disputes leave you in memorial suitesCallin your troops, i shoot straight stay in ya placeWe the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your faceSayin our grace before we put our hands in our platesCarnivorous lyricist, *******s fish like filletMy mind spray like a murderer's nine sprayThe crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day[dj clue]Dj clue, the professionalPart one, you know how we do itWord up, rest in peace my ******* donnie brascoMy ******* b.i.g. word upAnd we out, till next timeFor all parties big skane 800-570-3657Aight then
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