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    [Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]
    Peace to Queens, New York City
    They wildin, Shaolin, New York City
    And crooks in, Brooklyn, New York City
    And problems, Harlem, New York City
    Representin the Bronx, New York City
    Representin the Bronx, New York City

    [Darkim Be Allah]
    My clan melt it, the last man killed it
    White collar money, get piltered
    Street corner, fourty's get tilted
    Yo, spark that, when I speak math, don't remark back
    and start that shit, 'Pac you got heart infinite
    I hit like nine millimeter, so the Adidas
    Put fear God, in none believers
    It's jumped off, let your head down
    Take your Pumps off, niggas get it started
    To the lock-down and the party
    To all of my niggas, fame blown, came home touchin case
    Thugs on the block, duckin strays
    Purple haze highed up, right up
    Jumped out the wood, hoes look sharp
    Niggas get shook, hearts took, crooks
    Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile
    Money in the fame, for the meanwhile
    Style like Priest and Tommy, The east coast and 'nomic
    You want that uncut, fuck with Donnie
    I'm priceless, separate the men from the mices
    Name of the game on my dices
    See me bowlin, we got to know when to roll 'em
    And when to hold 'em, when to walk, when to do the Jesse Owens
    Donnie Banks, count what I'm holdin at the table
    These niggas bust shots in your name brand
    Holes through your label, snatch all the ice off your cable

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    [Darkim Be Allah]
    Before I murk out, pull a bird out
    Blew his shirt out, put the heard out, do my work-out
    Just in case I'm in a place, no shells to replace
    I still spark flame, knuckle game to the face
    and haste, I leave him with his out-line traced up
    Do his ace up, laced up from the waist up
    The bound took my bass up, adjustin the treble
    Boom with my volume on the highest level
    The devil can't stop me, brawl like Rocky
    Strained like they drinked cocaine out of poppi
    You look sloppy, tryin to fuck with the all 'n' all
    You can't copy, better duck nigga
    All of y'all'll call for help
    I'ma go out for 'self, if it get too thick
    the whole click get felt, never knealt
    Never lost my belt, cuz I'm lethal
    You ain't my equal, talk to your people

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