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December 09 So HarlemFree bail posters, tail lights on the roadster,
Live life vulgar, the FBI posters,
The fast cars pack guns no holsters,
We act dumb don't approach us,
We hit the spot & stand on club sofas So get the club owners,
Cause we the boss type knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride G4 the lord of skies, And courts in session so you all could rise, Then pay homage to the board that lies So many homies on my corner died, A marijuana how I mourn you guys, And nevermind that My cash better find that, We do the mask work, Kick doors cash search Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at, Cause it's a cold world, after world Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn A desperado, rich like I struck the lotto, Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato, I paint the night in them custom models, Racin in the street duckin potholes, Who gives a fuck is the motto, The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers, And no tops on the 2 seaters, It's summertime give me Coupe fever, It's four inches for my shoe divas, You gon get it cause my crew G'd up, We take chances, flip label advances, 3 day stays at atlantis, Make way for the gangsters, A 1000 deaths to the cowards, You let him die no flowers, I use to drive 4 hours, Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder, You chumps want the power, But when it rain man you can't duck the showers, It's our gang, and you don't wanna fuck with ours, I got no manners, ignorant with choppy grammar, Where we livin at the cops can't stand us, And belligerent & packin hammers, And my constituents a act bananas Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk, I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork, If you a soldier go get your boss, We need to sit & talk before it go further, Mo money mo murder, And we will pop at you And whoever you got with you, My muslim niggaz too hard, Cop jewels new cars, Take guns to jumar, Tryna avoid a new charge,
Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that, It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs, You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast, The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash, And I'm so Harlem 15th bang bang you don't want no problems.. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://blackdevil9.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!B0CE5A96AE7C2229!196.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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