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    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    This for my niggas worldwide
    In the parks
    In the yard
    In the bar
    Ya knawmean
    (Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)

    Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
    Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
    Bob Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
    Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
    (Come on)

    Jam session in the park
    Smith-N-Wessun start
    Charge when the session spark
    Brooklyn test ya heart
    New York City, Bucktown Commity
    Stay busy, break big bricks and stay gritty

    We stay sick
    How I sweat shit
    I'm 12 cylinder, you in a V6
    Don't hate shit
    Congradulate bitch
    Get ya weight and count up
    Fuck your weight dick

    You wanna take this
    Then take six (buck)
    Hot shots leave you faceless or wasted
    Learn the basics
    We make you famous
    Make the papers
    Make you find your faces when you play this

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    I don't know why you comin' trough school-faced-up
    Blue-faced-up
    Frontin' like a dog ya mut
    Get touched up *slap*
    Thinkin that you teflon proof
    Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof

    When BK in the spot ya know ya gotta (Get up)
    When my new shit drop watch ya all (Get up)
    Every time we in ya hood watcha (Get up)
    Let a half a clip loose at ya watcha (Get up)

    Y'all dudes keep rhymin', freestylin' for health
    Like Nike I just do it for wealth
    Shoot dice in the park, stack guns on the shelf
    Hate dependin' on niggas, so I get it for delf

    These niggas come thru in the club
    When ya get the crush, anything that go down
    Gotta deal wit us
    If we aint dealin' bucks
    It don't appeal to us
    If these ladies keep it real
    The they can chill wit us
    ???? bread bill wit us
    What will we discuss? Bills by the break truck
    All rocks taped up

    I got a staff of staffs
    Airs chipped to pups
    Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
    I got gunners and runners in the hood I stay
    'Til this day, never saw you where I lay
    Fuck the smoke, must want yo life to close
    Get found buckwheated on a darkened road

    I know you've been waitin'
    Whisperin' and talkin'
    Magazines I read ya reviews
    Tryna downplay the shit my team do
    I caught up on my fanmail, email, online
    P & C we still shine
    And I'll ride for my fam cuz I'll die for mines

    NY (NY) Hometown (Hometown) ST (Smokin' live)
    Throwin' down (What)

    Niggas in the parkinglots comin' from clubs
    Cleanin' out your pockets to these big faced dubs

    Rep for my P & C , for my family
    Niggas wanna challenge me, U know the rest
    The game is supposed to be sold, not told
    Just tell me the number of sells ya wanna hold
    We control this , forocious
    Aproach this, you can hold this
    I beat niggas in the with G and guns
    Might do your own thing but you still my son
    This strong off chain, all four cream
    Tour bigger things, better livin' for the seeds
    We videotape hoes in Navigators
    Cause I told these haters it'll get greater later'

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