Uh huh
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Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (Thats right)
Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight yall; Murder City
Lay down nigga (Its the Ill Na Na)
Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth yall understand? (Lets go)
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth thatll bang and a jury thatll hang
Pants saggin in that Bentley wagon
Ayo thats my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin
Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit
Some bout watchin Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
Fuckin with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and Truly Yours
Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz
Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam
Nigga its on till my flesh is gone
And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin it up livin it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
Its the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po its the Ill Na Na stuntin in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin off when the goons is out
Yall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout
Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond
In the butter scotch Rover
Im ah bad gal style like Im posta
Got his comrades in Clinton bustin nuts on my poster
Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up
Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up
Im hot steppin in the pink staline seven
Ima stunt till BIG tell me theres a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take they time like a man
We dont snitch we dont sing on the stand but yall dont hear me though..
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and Im good to go
Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated
Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh racing loud pipes
big fucking exhausts burning the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write
And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I dont blame ya
Who wouldnt? Young nigga catching charges
Continental Ts parked in garages
Menages, odds is
Im the best spittin it, nigga Im gettin it
I admit it I was watching New Jack City
And fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Every thing I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain aint nothin change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say might be held against me
I dont wanna talk, Im the hottest nigga in New York
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