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The gang the gang, the gang the gang Ah Man down, the whole mandate, no time to pick and choose I'd die for each and all these dates, ain't got shit to lose Grill getting cleaned off today, scraping off jiggaboos Niggas can't hold my weight unless they on the moon They can't copy, was sloppy Can't keep passing out cheat sheets Bitch wanna fuck then likewise Lately it's been hard to reach me No signal, no timeslot Making these nails snail meat Escargot and cauliflower, dance on the work like Beat Street Twisted so high like barbed wire What you know about that wild style? Pet patrol like [BP?] Fill 'em up with some gun powder Left over, get reheat Nigga act like Miss Doubtfire Don't doubt me I am the street Sell a ho nigga some talcum powder All the drip, you seen this Came a long way from the pink sheet Evicted 'bout fifty times, ain't have time to be lenient Keep shit balanced, alkaline [?] [?] me to the Wi-Fi Brain cells in my imagery From Letras Mania