Yo, yeah bitch Aiyyo, motherfucker Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we ?dash log? this bloody version of 'Glaciers' Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht) Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power (Where is he?) Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin' No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston Both of them dead, cop in the loft and big chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivin Street whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidin Watch him, scorchin with spells and top toxin Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust Ghost'll keep shinin til the sun bust yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out Sixty center get the Rover out Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?' Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest NOW, who the hypest in New York City? WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
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