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My rude the wig splitter. Soul Strippers. Stupid West Oakland. Stupid West Oakland. About to dig off in these niggas chest. Rest in peace Quay. You know I'm still tripping On that one. Been gassing these niggas. Old school had a nigga since the heart boy. Oh, These niggas ain't going. Rest in peace Rap-A-Ron. Uh, authentic town business never tainted by this Fake shit. I'm far from the one these chumps You wanna play with. Chase fix till they mold down from K clips. From honey bun bullets dump plays twist. The weak die on the grave ship. Then hit the news with them shrines under face Pics. But killers slide and embrace this and use It as a tool to stay alive in the Matrix. I'm on the grind like a bait pit. I'm out of state getting cake just abiding by The base script. Chase chips, find spots to make Zip spots appear. Bubble and pop white like fake Zits. But went for dough it's no brakes hit. The trunk used to transport niggas like slave ships. Laced in school hard knock to make cheese. Got honor rolls of dough to show an all Straight G's. The mission is to guap ops. Know I draw in sport fairs. Mark ass niggas can stay enrolled to my art Class. My rude demand respect like Aretha said. Those words is touching on more souls than Sneakerheads. Body shit it's obvious who got the Hottest spits. These niggas gassed and my hashtag Shotty prints. It's about the time like a nice Watch. They peep I been had these boys beat Like mic pops. Three seven I rep it for Where the wave move. feast and eats off the Trays like state food. Getting down when niggas make moves to make news. Drake jewels and kick push mode in skater shoes. Fucking with me a jack up be a slain Vic. They know I slay like Saint Nick. Learn from G's that lead niggas into poor slitter. Pimps that ran the blade decades fuck with stories Did. I spit bang fire flame like a chopper Blast. Play with words like a motherfucking toddler Class. Prophesied to fly high one of these bars Rap. Catch me in the sky a V-I where Them stars at. My rude boy we up next Nigga. Twenty years behind the wall nigga and we Finally connected nigga. These niggas ain't ready For this one boy this history in the motherfucking Making. This the original Soul Strippers nigga. Robbery, kidnapping, extortionist, murder us. Head buster with slitters and them dope traffic Cuts. We taking chances on the high risk whatever For the dough. Either we slide plastic or getting Money out a hoe. If you ain't feel the Nigga, you can't tell us how to eat. Our own man in the game our whole squad Had to feast from a prison cell. Now they see us on TV lock the gang Down. Time to unify the streets. Unloyal ass niggas make it hard for them to Eat. Squeeze they souls out they body rock black Rose them in they sleep. Extortion bars like Assassins slide nefariously. And now we plugged in, run migrations by the Key. play them middle man ass niggas, real ones Earn they keep. We the boss among bosses that The game owe defeat. And corporate the murder we can see it in 3D. This shit deeper than rap but we talking Cookie money. That's our blood cousin and over blood Money we body something. That nigga stiff as a Bow skin rotten pussy smelling funny. Maggots and flies attract the fresh shit. Filthy like pig pen, diamonds and dog shit. West Oakland niggas grimy, MLK the Gaza Strip. Marching band artillery played on beam drums and Sticks we hit ya. Black like Iraqi and suicide Bombers. Russian, Afghan, cannon cannibalistic like Jeffrey Dahmer. I should have been a chef the Way my cannon cook pasta. This mortuary music got the spirits hiding Naga. Picked up my weight and graduated from the state. Like a obese baker got a sweet tooth for The cake. Nigga, fuck you thought this was boy?