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Come back here Y'all niggaz ain't seein' Jack, shit Aiiyo, speak the truth Too short to let it hurt, some talk dirt And be the first slangin' hertz Freestylin' of the hum of the birds Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind It's a fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines Hotel asks a nigga, "Could I share my dimes" Picture that, when you scared to draw toes, playin' me close Rollin' with the dogs wearin' yesterdays clothes Left a fouled sin into my squad without permission I started dissin', hopin' you listen Pay attention Fatheresly, the shadow leads you back to the hood You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with us Left you all draged like two trains crashin' it up Aiiyo, 'Spliff Starr' drama, bullet him to sonna Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana Check me bound and some turn bull panic Back in the days, I'm off the drugs like a sonna Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don't like Blues brothers, cold weather rock the ramma Lie in front of the jury, D.A. and ya I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas Wants to keep niggas, ain't nothin' but these sweet niggas I stay token, gun butt cha scar open If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin'? 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We gon' catch you soon We here to take over this shit Pour the tycoon Blossom and gloom Capture any nigga sober in a little dark room Ha ha ha ha ha Uh, oh, you lil' league boy I know your beats You sound bullshitely, you rock Swearin' you to ball, when you know you're wack In a studio settin' of a reverands track Boy, Rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labor One first be like the bitch tap oil Loyal to my niggas Enemies are fucked around And riders rappin for you Spot stays blowin' goin' to the top Where you think you're goin' Pocket stay throwin', smooth like the lowin' Rap chick flowin', where you think you're goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Aiiyo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? Where you think you goin'? I'm a hard man at work Lyrical expert Look out before you get hurt Bury the dirt, line for line Ramp I be the mastermind That's be full time watch me shine I know the seven sign I'm rich and still life is a bitch Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar Jim Baker I take you're life like the undertaker Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper It's on the poppin' People wanna know when the album droppin' Start talkin' keep walkin' Flatbush New York and we live for you Sling for you My squad struck oil Now we coppin', platinum things Diamond rings, nice cosy things And a party for free From the tunnel to envy Ramp's the rugged MC My squad keeps growin' Where you think you goin' Chief gunnin' to splash rain potters pooves Fuck is you start stand peach Chuff for choose, scoffer booves Now low muscles moves Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels Son gets school, wit the dummin' crew Pay double dues Cradle to the graves, hustle grooves Flesh tissue, death kiss, you no love for you, oh And me the most wanted fool Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves Snatch colors loose, a dollar rule Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it Till you cause fridget Local or long distance Gets master served and crash a burn Like James Evans when I'm blowin' Fuck is wrong wit cha Where you think you're goin'? 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