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You know how we do. Yeah. Hey Muggs, what's happening? It's the P. Check me out. You baked and I'm talkin' whole front line. We still in the field, somethin' like So-Fi. The homies gang gang in this bitch, West to The North Side. I really got love in the Wood, we love you Big Wop. I really got love in the Bitty, back to The J Side. And that go back to Norton, I'm talkin' Cotton and B-I. And I go back to Bompton, I never left Them, why would I? With a love so real Like Valentines for a P-I. And I got mob ties but I don't talk About it too much. Keep it in the family Like Munsey and Too Much. Catch me out on Stanford with V-Bo and T-Bone In a 1970 Cadillac with the roof gone. DeVilles and Chevys when we slidin', Get our whoop on. Biggs on Forgiatos, GB in the six-four. Wacko and the Deuce and me, I'm in my Point oh. Lookin' like the motherfuckin' hood won The lotto. This gang shit, on Phillies, We rip the same shit. Same shit, got all of the homies, you know We gang thick. Came thick, forty-two homies yellin' The same shit. Find a mark and smoke him Like O-Dog on some Caine shit. Y'all can't do what I do, boy, this legacy Shit. I touched everything sip Dre, Y'all ain't tellin' me shit. Cardo the hit boy, Al-C the mad lib. Now I'm hangin' out with Muggs all in mansions And shit. I keep buyin' more whips for the Hell of it, kid. And I don't plan on Sellin' none, I'm keepin' all of them shits. Before I ever do that, go back to sendin' A bitch. I hit the Wolfpack but I don't Really talk 'bout that shit. Might as well run for mayor, blood, I'm runnin' This shit. A-plus on my report, You could go ask the set. Goin' corporate, I'm hangin' out with Terrance and Shit. And Larabee's consultin', Givin' my two cents. I pay mortgage now, I don't really do no Rent. Unless I rent the Bel Air for a Month and a bitch. I don't really like to Stunt, though I'm humble and shit. But if you think that I ain't rich, just Look at the wrist. This gang shit, on Phillies, we rip the same Shit. Same shit, got all of the homies, You know we gang thick. Came thick, forty-two homies yellin' the same shit. Find a mark and smoke him like O-Dog on Some Caine shit. This gang shit, on Phillies, We rip the same shit. Same shit, got all of the homies, you know We gang thick. Came thick, forty-two homies yellin' The same shit. Find a mark and smoke him Like O-Dog on some Caine shit.
Jay Worthy, DJ Muggs — Gang Shit
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