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[Buddha Monk:] Guess who's back at his best, armed for the war Bring ya best, it's new world order, Buddha Monk Glock in my hand, locked on every man The Brooklyn street pharmacist, taking anybody's and I don't give a damn I sold to ya man, bagged up the dope, then cut 'em by the throat Then send 'em up the river where Malik got smoked More blood in the water than a fish in a pond My bitch bleeding when she getting it on It's BK, AK-9, semi auto's and grenades Knives, razors and switch blades And, fades, dreads and braids Smoked in the park, in front of the dark, you play Bullets with no intent, hitting innocent kids At the stand with lemonade, Duc-Lo when the World Trade became a fade Got rid of pounds of hydro and purple haze Just to get by for the day, man, it's no lie When I tell you I seen more heads fly Than Prince's mother screaming when doves cry People praising King Selassie Ah Judah Allah Buddha Crosses, hail maries Candles with seven African powers, witch craft And all that shit, shit, nigga My dick in the dirt, I got no time for that shit Stay guard, move forward, extra clips and no drip This world is mines, I take what I need Letras de cancionesNo need for asking, I blaze for what's mines Keep it real muthafuckas and hold the nine, who want it? [Chorus x2: Fat Joe sample] Y'all wanna live my lifestyle Never seen a brick never seen a crack house Wanna war with the Don have your macs out Bring it on and I'm a show you gangsta From Letras Mania