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All my n***as getting bread in New York Trying to stay away from federal court, I feel your pain To my n***as that never would talk I let you know I send my support Do your thing! All my n***as getting bread in New York Trying to stay away from federal court, I feel your pain To my n***as that never would talk I let you know I send my support Do your thing! Now play your part, cousin It's a pool full of sharks, cousin Your mind was ready for the world, but your heart wasn't We all done it, we all wanted the cars and broads from it These the results of our sure coming But I ran with four fifth dumpers You ran with the runners and the tall fence jumpers All my dogs been gone for six summers We were stunners, now we're all did numbers This is for my n***as with all did numbers That go to the floor and get ganja f**k a stick, n***a we blow logs of big lumber There's nothing a hog can get from us We got four-fours that spit thunder We kick down doors for quick come ups Rich or poor, the pigs want us I'm good in the hood by the store And I'm on the Fed's bulletin board n***a, I'm good in the war 'Cause I live by the bullet and sword And I pull to a n***a, can't pull anymore They wanna put a tag on my foot in the morgue 'Cause I got wood in the dash and wood in the door Mink on the floor, you think about yours While I think about my mans in the clink up north Let's go!
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