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Hey. Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you go get your shine box. No, this kid, this kid's too good, he's great. They used to call him Spit Shine Tommy. I swear to God. Oh, he'd make your shoes Look fucking mirrors. Excuse my language. He was terrific. He was the best. He made a lot of money, Too. Salud, Tommy. More shines, buddy. What? I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear about it. You've been away A long time. You gotta go up there and Tell you. Uh-huh. I don't shine shoes anymore. Listen. Like all my donny's got hard hands. We men of honor, large gangs, we troops for Marching. Yeah. Drop some heartache on anything I Put my heart in. Look upon my brown skin, you see where all My scars been. My scars, G. So what can I do but Paint you pictures? And paint the town red, I brought some palettes for my niggas. Word. Started at the bottom, now you see us In the middle. We'll soon be out front, But for now it's second fiddle. I present you with riddles, let you unwrap 'em. Word. 'Round here it's drama drama, ain't no realer Times for acting. Da, da. Greasing down the barrel, got audience calling for Clapping. To Tanning up the sarge then we spleeging Off the captain. One-two, Oh yeah, for sure we make it happen. If we didn't make it rapping, would've made a Change from wrapping. Ha ha. Dons early morning, for the drugs we Get it cracking. Get it. It cracking. Then spin it, that shit ain't for fashion. On foot, push bike, shotty or the cannon. Hey. Rifle, tre pound, Yamaha or wagon. Hey. Make sure you sting him anywhere you see Him standing. Hey. Poke him up, shoot him down, bludgeon him or Bang him. I bet I stop the traffic if I catch this cannon. Now watch me tell ya. Summer, spring or winter, it don't matter, I'm a Cannon. Da, da, da, da. Said it don't matter, I'm a don. Hey. On foot, push bike, shotty or the cannon. Said it don't matter, I'm a cannon, black Adam For the clapping. Uh. If we weren't rapping temples, then you probably Heard us rapping. So get it, we get it. Got it in my genes, I ain't sagging. Uh-uh. True religion, bandit, heavy duty what I'm Handling. Check, check, check. I cuff you by the waist and leave you Rambling. Word. My shark's taste blood and start Racing and scrambling. Word. Grace with grammar, smoking ace with the lamb On. Ace. 'Cause riders even wait at your wake With the hammer. Swish, As a young G I Was sent to the tavern. Uh. Rock up with sharp intense for stabbing. We was on a hard ting then, mama yabbing. Pew. We could do the fist ting and end At a dragon. End 'em. My hood then you end clapping. But if you don't wanna bang, don't get in The wagon. Yeah. Unless you wanna drive bigger Benz, Don't jaging. Gloved up, hooded up, that's how we Swagging. Check. Out with a jazzy, man's cabbing. Fine man style, he got smoked off fagging. Oh Blind man style, so you know about flagging. Oh. Flag a squad babe, we know about bagging. Oh. Heard you got the gloves on, yamming. Young man ting with a spinner, I'm spinning. True, true. Now I got the dinner right banging. Word. Dance on the porch and we keep the Lights hanging. On foot, push bike, Shotty or the cannon. Hey. Rifle, tre pound, Yamaha or wagon. Hey. Make sure you sting him anywhere you see Him standing. Poke him up, shoot him down, Bludgeon him or bang him. I bet I stop the traffic if I catch This nigga cannon. Now watch me Summer, spring or winter, it don't Matter, I'm a cannon. Da, da, da, da, Said it don't matter, I'm a don. Hey. On foot, push bike, shotty or the