(feat. Rock Marciano, Vordul ) [Casual] It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence You only been involved in domestic violence Nigga, I chase rentals with Long Islands Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience Dolo, with more dough to blow though For sure though, slide one deep in a four door I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload [Tragedy Khadafi] Your coat can't save your soul, but I'm foe It's written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently [Rock Marciano] Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion Niggaz listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz' I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo Your happy meal skills is still, no frills Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel Or rocking mills, your hospital bill Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well When I lick off shots, the hostages yell Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell [Vordul Mega] Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark Police on radar, so we stay fogged up Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil Town is of death, no time for weakness Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete With iron feet...
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