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Sin... Canada...I'm here baby, Tom Gist This is Harlem, aka Harlem I'm withchu Yo 745, color peacan or lime Butter peacan inside Heat clap, if you outta line Bottom of the pot (geah), rise like ammonia (geah) Hit the mottorola (geah), Sin whip up the cola What these eyes seen, you can't envision You get clapped and your fam miss you You get jacked for that Expedition (muthaf**ker) Load and fill up the clips Squeeze and reload the sh*t, still ain't give up the whip Ninas and 44's sing like Nina Simone Heaters eat at ya bones, steam you with rachets homes Kid was playin Menace, I was kitchen chemist Number one with the most 'dro, crack and of course blow (Dip Set) Ugh.. That's just what I sold though Four Tops, four seconds Four rocks, four buildings (four blocks) Shout to the four building, it's like Fort Knox And them bullets like free throws though, sure shots I show you how gangstas do, how gangstas be How gangstas move, How gangstas speak If this ain't gangsta, than what is gangsta b Now everybody wanna be certifed, Thanks to me I show you how gangstas do, how gangstas be How gangstas move, How gangstas speak If this ain't gangsta, than what is gangsta b Now everybody wanna be certifed, Thanks to me ...Sin whats good n***a It's your boy Bezel, Dip Set's own n***a Pro V you crazy for this one... Cheaaaaaaaa I handle the dope (dope) Move grams of the coke (coke) The weapon pound, breakfast style - jam and a toast (toast) If he don't die from the lead that the snub toss Give him a couple hours he'll be dead from the blood loss Shots in the hawk piece, I c*ck it and spark heat Blow gats, no rap, n***a the talk cheap My nicks be droppin they hot beats to heavy caine They got Eddie Kane dropped from the heart beats I be hangin with Squeak, blowin gank in the jeep (jeep) Slang O's, chain froze from the links to the piece (piece) And if I'm bangin the 2, I put your brain on your shoes Just to see if you can think on your feet A lot of n***as talkin this bullcrap Like when you pop Glocks, make sure the safety is pulled back (huh) My real n***as, they gettin what I'm talkin about And if not, that's the bullsh*t that I'm talkin about I'm on the block again, hoes don't mind hoppin in Cuz I'm in the sign for water, minus the oxygen That's a H2, I'm gettin cake boo 2 whores, deuce-fours, everytime I skate through Gist.. I got a mighty chrome for you ma-ri-cons Gun bangin like, the J witness when nobody home Tom Gist, thats a fly n***a 2005 Guy Fisher, with that AR 15 I die with ya See I'm monster, know it (know it) This is the Harlem poet Have you in the room full of heat, feelin claustrophobic No diagnosis, I'm just sicker Thinkin crack, while I'm spittin cocaine and I'm bleedin liquor I'm a disease in ya, leave you paralyzed then re-enter I'm memory erasin', you re-member (nah) The kid is brain cancer, I make you change answers Cuz I make the fiends lean, like Big Daddy Kane dancers And I'm speakin evil, see we will clap and you die The verbal natural high, you won't need a needle Your heart frail, Tom Gist do the art well Keep thinkin you Boxdale, you more like a Shark Tale [Hook]
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