Partner I’m gonna be around just like Mahalia Jackson. Smoke some weed oh yes indeed and it’s time for action. Sunk low in the interior of (a sharp automatic?) Fucking quiet with this freak in her mother’s top attic. I’m on the hustle front line squadron in the struggle watered down fuckers get reduced into puddles Are you serious!? My vocals go for 3 G’s a track when negotiating partner you can call that nigga back. Man its Andre Nickatina the 5 millimeter spitter before that freak play ya partner I think you better quit her. I’m convinced dollars turn into cents won’t leave the plot til the rhyme is written. Yeah microphone ‘prenuer with the cure for the beat. Sold my soul to the devil but remain to be a chief, as in how, a visionary witness to the crowd. My brain is like the data of a drug dealer’s style. Fuck them whores the game’s exploited niggas say they broke but well find a way to smoke some weed and sell a gang of coke fuck them whores

You in the square witness the guerilla warfare (?) is quick and fuck a bitch and rarely do we care. I keeps it bumpin’ vest up ‘cus these niggas be dumpin fuck them whores I’ve opened doors and whore I owe you nothing. To the curb you heard pimpin is a verb and niggas try to live by every meaning of the word. Addicted to the music like “lady sing the blues” known to spend on Jordan’s and some Kenneth Cole shoes. (?) niggas think of real killing sequels and try to duplicate my image with a copier at Kinko’s. Fuck them whores.

It’s a crime the way I fill your head with the rhyme fell the pressure man I cop down to a lesser like a string ray. Man here comes the pearl tip ruger tape by Kahn with drug lord maneuvers. Who’s that? Flowing like the blood in your body got my hawk eye on every booty in the party. True author of killin’ of the ‘caine drop it motherfuckler had my cash so I had to recop it can’t explain. The rap game flows through my brain sound booth dweller sweat (?) ..veins in my neck reacting like a shell shocked vet. What smells better man the money or the sex? Man the money. I’m talking to get my dick sucked anyway. Pull my pants down to the ankles of my Hardaway’s. Busting a freak said I’m always ‘cussin but I lit the spliff and grabbed my dick and got the part jumping. Fuck them whores.

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