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Yo Yo, yeah Foreign cars, we copping 'em Hopping in with glocks in 'em Stick up kids on dead end streets We pop em first, we box em in Behind the wheel, the drivers hit and gasping for that oxygen Tryin' to find whatever holes that he can tie his sock up in And stop the bleeding lot a reasons lot a goons they wanna eat em Money pop a lotta shit, his stick up game is outta season First time I scoped in front of subways eating pizza He didn't even peep us This is practice, thugging with free access Original hit man, boss suited and weird glasses Guns that stop traffic ain't afraid to blast it, bitch This is Iraq iron not plastic We hog tie, duck tape, take long drives You in the trunk balls out naked, you gon' die Any place on Gods green earth you gon' fry Night, night, you going to bed, but not to the Stuy Ayo, Hempty demp, I like rice and shrimp If I can't get on a plane then I'm catching a blimp Told a brown skin, "Yeah you could call me a pimp" But I'm the real orphan of rap I got lost from the pack The streets had me trapped I ain't know where I was at Letras de cancionesWeeded and saucy, black jeans, jewelry glossy Early in the morning, toast and coffee You can't off me, your wack flow suck and exhaust me I got New York heat, bought to fuck a chic shortly I'm bow legged with darts, can't none of ya'll walk me Honey's love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me I'm good with the hoo tang hut, my army tense up You can't inch up, don't even flinch up Honey's get wet and they panties be all drenched up I'm coming off the bench like I'm blowing the bench up Black crown, black apparel black nun chucks 36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up Armored tank Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck Cauliflower Wallabees, Turkey legs, collard greens Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king Am I, my persona, man its nada, this is not a thing Island got Italians load the tallons and the badda bings Make em sing this is not Sopranos ya'll don't make a scene Making cream, how I make it up with out the Maybelline Can with the laser beam, your favorite team's Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing Yada mean? It's not a see saw battle, not the bridge you wanna travel 'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazano is narrow It's 'Me Denny and Darryl' Just before my hand cock you can C. the Smith on the barrel Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle Key to the city, judge throw away the gavel Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel From Letras Mania