This ain't just rap, its about connects,
ya'll crabs could trap talk, this is about respect.
I'm a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X young Rick the 
Ruler, my mouth's a mess.
My lil homey home he on house arrest,
try to tell homey be grown, This is about success. 
the streets been sewn we see a thousand deaths, 
So many nuts bust I barely get aroused from sex
Try to do leers at the clear, lounge on decks,
Amongst those who couldn't care what's around my neck.
Ten respects BBM'n or sendin' a text linen fresh 
Either we sinnin or blendin in with Execs
n**ga I'm blessed puff blunts with big in the flesh
Knew the Nas in '95 with the bridge address
Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft, my will
It's like a prisoner, appealing the stretch, it's ill,
Recreation, my reputation, Could bring together the 
gangs from separation,
So, no dough, no explanations, blow!
Get lows my expectations glow.
OG, G.O.D and I don't know near Nigga that could deebo 
me.

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The way I put the words together, they want something 
new,
So let's get reacquainted!
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow!
You talkin' like this was a thing of the past!
Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since
Hate to tell the truth Dawg
It only makes sense!

Reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless,
Though I been it since
Touch down scrimmages talkin to your Nemesis, 
barkin at your innocence, finding that you're friends 
ain't shit

Let me finish it!
Few Niggers benefit!
New Niggers tend to send a cent to the penitent
Cam style, I know now what Killa meant
No resemblance moving off my inner strength
superb penmanship, heard that my pen' was sick
Never impetent wonder where my Niggers went,
Die hard is still the point even when I'm bent
Fly cars, Louis scarves, everything is meant
Two-ten new in charge Imma bring suspense,
White Ice Blue Chopard Y'all ain't seen me since
The young god, took a charge for 'em two attempts,
In my defense, I'm due to vent 

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Rap convo, blackin' over congos, 
glass condo, relaxed in the dawn mode
Both arms fold, feet up on the console
F**kin bomb holds skeetin on your cornrows
My boy Alonzo beat another homo
Let the dawn flow try and get Lebron's dough,
Head honcho high with a Milan glow,
How them horns blow make a n**ga mambo,
White Bronco, address beef pronto, breast meat combo, 
don't be a John Doe
Still calm though, OG at the trial when they hit Busy 
Bee in '03,
Low key, live wire flow be, 5th gear mode it could rip 
earlobes
Sip Ros'(rosay) think quick on my tiptoes, life's a 
b**tch and the chick chose

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