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Brooklyn nigger what?Cue you nigger what?And I just wonder, came up spacyIts Gold Chain bitchesIts any-up timeI dont want mine I want yoursBut I like yoursExquisite, skinnyI sabotage the crib doing dirt with my manSo everything falls through like my ex-manager plannedSeeing what Im seeing on the scene What is seen in between on the sceneSo fuck it, damn manShould I do a handstandWoman made me feel it then she smoke an L with that manWere getting moody too, probably your boobie oohSomething you would truly doNiggas yellin Hoody hoooDirty bitches from the projects Fight yours for the weeds like Khalifas pocketsUntenable, flammable, interchangableAttack me in the gaggy exactly is what the fame would doDiddy bop in the gritty chunk in the city concreteFiddy chop and the jitty jop that they really wantSall good, small hood, Niggers Im a monsterFull running for days just like TonkaNiggers in the east at least were going bangSomething like a boss accosts my gold chain.Niggers in the west for less were going bangSomething like a boss accosts my gold chain.Niggers in the east at least were going bangSomething like a boss accosts my gold chain.Niggers in the west for less were going bangSomething like a boss accosts my gold chain.Lets get it started the project just like its dailySimi with the remy but you should fear meNot nearly you hear me?Its twenty twenty clearlyBloody Mary, bloody Mary, thats when I appear GCriminals, generals, tellin me I get the syllablesSubliminal generals my mandibles.Murder them hurting them, put em all up in a ditch(Yes son)Your momma then your sister be my bitchChill spizzy, Im real busyThese fake ones, take, run, aint doneMoney talks to say somethingFake frontin get you face with a traced numberEight dozen niggas joined around you like a space summit.I hate sneakers but I face, like, a case comingAnd Ks dumb because he ate beef like he aint wantingPaint hundreds or paid summers, a few hotDays in his shades and its raised like its new shocks.Ive been here on the block rockin the king gearMen fear the box Im hop-scotchin the crim yeahThis share compassion, we cappins clappin them things hereSincere, said youd do it big like you Kim huhBitches dont know how to pitch this some slowIm as sick as some coldsYou can visit son, bitter bums wish for some hosHit a skeleton and break him like a mirror does brokeMandibles, chemicals, hit em alsoIts delusions deluded from the seminar spokesmanDamn, do you not know who I isIm that Brooklyn boy from that Brooklyn BridgeIf I put them kids in custody trust themTouchy bad boy puffy cant touch meBrand new styleRusty cant rush meTrust me, trust meNo niggas can duck these
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