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  • One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, two, who got more style, the son do
    Check, one, two
    Yo, I'm hot like 95
    Fahrenheit
    On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
    Rats drink from water drops in the streets ******
    Little kids scared cops wit red dots
    Philosophical gangsta where violent priors
    Goin' back like black and white
    TV's wit pliers
    Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires
    Flash iron or anybody tryin' on the blocks
    I'm supplyin' on
    Mighty call, my peeps tie balloons up
    And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em
    Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
    Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't wanna part of
    Mortar, hood haunted like the
    DakotaWhere
    John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
    He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild
    JamaicansFrom
    Kingston who drink
    Irish moss
    Listenin' to
    Peter Winston,
    Machintosh
    Lightning hits the top of the
    Church steeple
    When I'm writin, semi-automatic, no hyphen
    It's frightening
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    I take summers off, 'cause
    I love winter beef
    Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
    Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill
    Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
    Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
    Rule which car heart, gun powder stains
    Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain
    Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain
    Got ill upon a train, twistin' off a cap
    Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
    Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises'
    Cause you bought a drummer soap, from one of my boys, it's
    Just another day in the hood
    And I'm wit some wild brothers, up to no good
    We saw the movies, like
    Tony Montana, and 'em
    But our style was let them piled in, we robbin' 'em
    Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
    Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man
    Nino goin'
    And I had to make a song speakin' on my old life
    For the thief's who come out at night
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, two, who got more style, the son do
  • One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, two, who got more style, the son do
    Check, one, two
    Yo, I'm hot like 95
    Fahrenheit
    On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
    Rats drink from water drops in the streets ******
    Little kids scared cops wit red dots
    Philosophical gangsta where violent priors
    Goin' back like black and white
    TV's wit pliers
    Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires
    Flash iron or anybody tryin' on the blocks
    I'm supplyin' on
    Mighty call, my peeps tie balloons up
    And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em
    Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
    Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't wanna part of
    Mortar, hood haunted like the
    DakotaWhere
    John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
    He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild
    JamaicansFrom
    Kingston who drink
    Irish moss
    Listenin' to
    Peter Winston,
    Machintosh
    Lightning hits the top of the
    Church steeple
    When I'm writin, semi-automatic, no hyphen
    It's frightening
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    I take summers off, 'cause
    I love winter beef
    Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
    Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill
    Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
    Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
    Rule which car heart, gun powder stains
    Smellin' like trees, set some mill on the brain
    Skeemin' on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain
    Got ill upon a train, twistin' off a cap
    Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
    Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises'
    Cause you bought a drummer soap, from one of my boys, it's
    Just another day in the hood
    And I'm wit some wild brothers, up to no good
    We saw the movies, like
    Tony Montana, and 'em
    But our style was let them piled in, we robbin' 'em
    Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
    Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man
    Nino goin'
    And I had to make a song speakin' on my old life
    For the thief's who come out at night
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit
    One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, twoCheck, one, two
    One, two, who got more style, the son do