i wanna it you sleeping at my feet
rolling those sweet with that dank
that cake stuffing dollars in the bank
maintaining rank watch out the shank
we you see shit sank hip hop on the
staff and return wrath for wrath
minus the math wit the top down
gang members get laid down by this bitches stance
sitting low she really can go spray cans throw
brass hey makers in hand taging our domain
in our marks we trust not the cocain\insaine tattoo drops tears
building fame and cops turn like spree wells
snitching on themselves sold out
home of black ninja's hitting
op-poor=tune na tea in the trinity
feeling greedy on fire like fred on that rimmy
shot allah father jehova duck tape in gold nova
it ain't ova between the click
i slam moses stick the save the gods

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The End - To Everybody