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New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash

Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash

You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet

Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up



I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to

Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you

The setup was weak, you coming

I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit

Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding

Cowboy rope, choke your throat

Put the bogey out in your face

Now your face laced like ash tray face

Stay with gat on my waist

Give the god some space, shoot you up above waist

If I ain't got beef right here or right there

Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there

CNN war report, spread across New York

Guard him Indian style - knees bent, militant

Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq

Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that

Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat

Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug

Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug

My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too

Uncle Wise been banned since '82

Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew

I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls)

To the rest of the fam, locked in holes

At age eight, money come first, snatch purse

Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed

Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think

Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts

Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'

Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecent

A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct



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Yo time zone, cabron, madicon

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