No camouflage, better get the mirage Soul Assassins squad straight from the garage Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play First dream: where's the cream so I can parlay Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those Hate to see me, too blind like Stevie Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' M.A.S.H. Boom Bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real ?Four punks layin in your bumper?, so you're best to jump Bird thumps the fo' do' S-S, no stress D.A., no deal, uh, no contest False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness You better be protected My barrel starts ejectin Reflectin on your past life as you pass through
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