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until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage
and thats that, publishin' from ASCAP
my ass rap, but FEDS still flash that.
Chorus 2X
Verse 3:
In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry
new kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys
I'm on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani's
flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes
street wise, got ties to crime thats organized
never took no shorts so you oughta recognize
tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex
picture Gruff spendin' one night with no sex
shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread
be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red
like a Maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me
bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me
stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit
keep ya eyes off my pocket
all I wanna do is knock it
I got a wife just keep it in the closet
late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...
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