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Yo! Turn that shit on, word up. Special nasty niggas. Yeah, yeah. Fuck that! Yeah. Y'all niggas is dead ass. Yeah. Know what I'm saying? My man, my niggas All City and shit. Y'all can do better. Word up. What? Yo, Mega. Yo. Fuck that. Yeah. That's that Brooklyn shit, nigga. What, what, what, what, what, what? My fleet goes by the creep code, we blaze. Y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em. Huh. We raise the stakes in this game like Helium. The new millennium got me and Mo for Killing 'em. Greenbacks, I want a mil' of 'em With no minimum. Wow. Strictly max out, the O's put the clack out. Niggas be fronting, we take the back route. Stay with that style, original, wanna act wild? City putting contracts out 'cause we stacked now. With none to match our formula. See it clearly through my cornea. This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's On ya. Rap performer, no diploma. I sip a lime Corona, keep my carpet coma. Yeah. East New York soldier. What? Fuck that. That's that All City shit. Yo, Greg Valentine. Yo, the beast be rushing like Patrice. You better have that bulletproof vest under Your fleece. And a clever scheme up your sleeve, Just to say the least. Between the thugs and The police, shoulda never been peace. Never been peace. Consolidate, raise your wage, your Hourly rate. We poly for higher stakes, Buying flyer estates. Uh-huh. See this criminal life's like a roll of The dice. Niggas holding they ice while buzz on A slice. Yeah. it's sweltering hot in this ghetto Melting pot. Without this faggot-ass nigga trying to Steal what I got. Fuck that. As if that ain't enough, Jakes is Raiding the spot where we eat at. But tonight, it's where they bleed at. Yeah, believe that. Corona with the flamethrower, Their reign is over. Praying to Jehovah, Jig is up, this game's over. All City what? All City what? That's right. Fuck that. Yo, Sticky. What's up, nigga? Come here, nigga, fuck that. Man. Let these motherfuckers know, nigga. Official. Special nasty, what? Uh-oh, here the thug come, mouth of dungeon. Uh-huh. Say goodbye to your loved one. Uh-huh. You can't run from the dumb-dumb. Kick your rap shit, I cut out your tongue, Son. I'm in this rap shit for the lump Sum. Fuck Hit the stage as soon as the Blunt done, and you don't want none. But regardless, we the wildest, you get demolished. I'm up for fucking motherfucking murder one charges. Walking targets, kill any rap artist. Dead rap. I hate your guts and hope that You die. If you not an ally, then your Ass gotta fry. Do life for a life without No remorse. You fucked up big time, You shoulda finished me off, nigga. What? that. Fuck that. Yeah. Special nasty, word what we out here for. Special nasty. Yo, Lefty, I got a new nigga For y'all niggas. Oh. Yo, fuck that, Step nigga. I roll with gat slingers that bare Arms like tank tops. Yeah. A bunch of problem bringers that'll ask you And make your bank stop. Guaranteed to make your block hot, we running in Spots. We tired of chiseling rocks. We straight up fucking them villains on yachts. On Got the Big Apple on smash like mops. We live in hell really, so we just vanish And rot. Paper telling me we all dying from A lead dot. So fuck it, it's either get It, get got. So what? Grand, I'm closing down shops. I don't give a fuck about getting popped. Them thugs probably heard Lefty Two Guns is a Lot. It's my time to go, player, I'm trying To go spitting. For the dough, these niggas just Press G-O. What? Wild shootouts. Yeah. Reaching for the Glocks. On my way to getting Dropped, still spitting. Yeah..357 peel, I was drugged up in a Six, still shitting shitting. Call it murder, precise aim, I ain't trying to Missing. Fuck that. Yo, X1, nigga. What, nigga? You better fuck into this shit, what, What? Fuck that. Special nasty niggas. Fucking taking these streets. Them niggas is What, what? All you crab niggas, I don't even like your style. Ah. If it wasn't for love, you'd dead right Now. Speak upon the gun law, X is laying It down. 32 rounds, spraying your town. Blaow, Taking dirt bags under the ground. Be a man, take your loss. Yeah. Die with the sacred cross. Yo, fuck feet deep on the basement floors. Take that shit, nigga. What the... motherfucking shit. Yo, yo. Fuck that. Be a hard rock and See where you end up at. Before my heart stop, kid, I'm trying to see Some traps. You about to get dropped, dog, just Read the facts. Nigga's gun shots. Blaow, blaow. Police about to back. I run in coke spots wild as Monique Wildcats. X critical source. What? With criminal thoughts. What? Be your physical loss, your visual loss. X million now, nigga, triple the cost. I cripple your boss. What? Fuck that. Special nasty, nigga. Fuck that. Special nasty, nigga. Fuck that. Fuck that. Special nasty, nigga. Special Special nasty, nigga. Word up. Fucking All City, motherfucking Onyx. Motherfucking Fredro Starr talking to you, Nigga. Fucking Suge, nigga. What the fuck is up? Yo, Sticky. What's up, nigga? Word up. Gang Green in this Motherfucker. Bubba Smith and shit. Let the fuck outta Word up. My nigga 230 up in this motherfucker. Saying? DJ LS. Special nasty. Fuck any DJ up, Fuck that. Any DJ up. Special nasty, word up. Fuck that. Niggas don't know. My motherfucking brother Hussein. Fuck Big Ris. Fuck that. Niggas ain't seen shit. Word nasty. Yo, Eat 'em Up, Get the fuck up outta here.
Onyx, X-1, Bubba Smith, J Mega, Greg Valentine, Sunshine — Fuck Dat
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