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Yeah. What up, y'all? Pentagon Volume One. You know we had to take a road trip, Baby. Had to take it back to the house. Brought a few of my friends with me, man. Philly to Cali. Hey, Ruff, I see you. Dolla. Yeah, uh. When the sun go down, It get dark. First you hear that click, Then you see a spark. And I just copped A gun with a fan on it. Brand new, might put you and your man on It. Young fine stepping out the old school, Butter leather Butter Jeff. Cavalli sneaks, I'm killing them with every step. Read Dolla's Corrupt, Gill is history. Youngin put in this work, they can't get rid Of me. Beats by Tech, oh yeah, that Thug Liturgy. About to take the world by storm, Can you picture me? A little nigga with the Plans for millions. Quarter tabs and birds up in the ceiling. Yeah, we making a killing out in the city Of Philly. Tell the gangsters and the thugs get With me. And a lot of people love Philly, But they won't come down, and they won't come 'round when the sun go down. It's like it's Mr. Y-O-U-N-G, Mr. H-O-T, that's me. Mr. Southside of Market, you know W-E-S-T. West Philly, C-City, yeah, you CSG. Got the game in the palm of my hand, Feel like a PSP. Niggas can't handle that, But y'all niggas gon' respect me. Respect me for two tech squeeze or I get Locked in CMC. F, no F that, '07 it Was a setback. But now it's me, don't watch Me, watch CD, see this the get back. So get back, get out of line, get away You get clapped. See niggas packing burners on my Hip back, and burner where my dick at. Better rap or get that metal with your lip Back. And I got it for them pebbles who Could get knacked. Like nigga, this a dog eat Dog world, but I ain't talking about a dog. When the.44 bulldog barking at your car. Have him lick on your kid's paw, start the Scratching off. Make him put his hands up like He was trying to catch a ball. I ain't going back and forth, try me, nigga, The.9 do it. Glock full of cop killers, I call that burner John Lewis. Try me, nigga, really, really, the.9 do it. Glock full of cop killers, I call that burner John Lewis. Listen, see I buy it, I supply It to the block, I'm the investor. I get return on my money like Devin Hester. I got it popping from North Philly to Chester. These niggas lying, they money shorter than Webster. Stop crying when the cops put on that pressure. I get the greater portion and you get the Lesser. I'm the freshest, sunshine reckless. Only nigga you know drop a hundred on a Necklace. Whoa, now how you do that there? I'm a hustler, how many times I got to Prove that there? My mind, don't make me lose That there. Playing with mines, you had it for A week, give it back. You can't move that There, it's too much for you. Shit, I'm out of luck with you. Your mans with you and you getting robbed, Getting stuck with you. And if I don't know You, then I don't fuck with you. Hey, Ruff, holler at me, what's up? I done got high, forty-five thousand feet in the Sky. I'm an emperor drinking liquor with the prince Of Dubai. I done had coffee with kings, Shared the sheets with queens. Me and Nori out in Queens with goons and Baboons. I spit fire and all I see is Victims is burnt. I done suffocated the world and You still ain't learnt. Tired of hearing niggas Talk, feed them they tongue for dessert. Wake up, beg, buckle, pull you to soil, You the dirt. Airport tactics to bounce and spring. Airborne centipedes feeding countless stings. To recreate the trampoline effect, amount this thing We call fate. To make two thousand ninjas freeze. Partially because of the scheme to insulate heat up And awake the original team. Call the chiropractor, backs need fixing for sure. It's the gifted, verbal, prolific, acidic flow. From way before, like way, way before. Dinosaur, prehistoric, sadistic flow. Rhymes done ran through time 'til they ankles swole. You can recite shit I said from 1994. Painful, it spreads like canker sores. Ankle weights hold you down like anchors or metal Plates on the bar, a million pounds or more. How about I threw around a million rounds or More? How about I been around a million clowns Before and took the paint off of they face By spitting sounds of war? In silence, Garfunkel and Simon. Corrupting that nigga dad's nephew, uncle's violent. Sharp as doctor needles, you ain't no match. Extreme in your bloodstream like a nicotine patch. Anti-tank devices small as handheld phones. Theories Einstein wish he would've came up with on His own, his own, his own.