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This shit right here, mark of the days [...] Takes the batter, sweet mix ready for cake bacon Fly like taste makers and space stations Respect due to the frequent fliers of fire Out of my mind, I'm dead broke Rugged and rubbed straight from the sewer maneuver The king alpha the cream, not the ? What the fuck you drinkin'? My dick handle brain thru yo mouth So when she was done, I told her 'fuck you thinkin?!' I came to bless one, finnesse one, B-Lane guess one Champagne bottles and rest ones Forceville vessels got billings to tech law The jecks are on top of that, old nigga's collection folded You played along, it's time we eat I float my weight around like 'hey yo, this my favorite town this week' I'm feelin' good even tho shit is bad I'm in the streets, in the lab with the heat From the seats of my ? This is technique, west-east, nod if you're fresh list Slide up in my muthafuckin' building with death meats Crew of flesh who do it best, crew of crewlers The otha niggas like to hoo this, hoo is the muthafuckin' coolest So fuck you, and yo sucka movement SongtexteI get it in like it's nothin' to it But a bunch of units Gold chain, we attack The whole gang, PC or Mac, cocaine beats and crack You'll get smothered, rara, no hard feelings, my loved one For turning yo onions into some funions Just improvise, I'm up to the limit Scientist puttin' pyramids in the projects like kimmit I can dummer down and disguise my vision Keepin' it raw is my religion, that's the law that I'm livin' for Fuck y'all if y'all don't get it I don't care, I'mma spit it This is war, and I'm the man that couldn't make it more clearer Muthafucka! Aus Songtexte Mania