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  • Dirty Sanchez and I got dirty presidents
  • Tell your ***** that we at the back door kicking it
  • Mix the light of hash with the spliff in it
  • My lungs are blacker than licorice so they match with my timberlands
  • Missy didn't hit the L yet but I'm super-duper fly, man
  • Aviators on no helmet
  • Capital Steez helped us formulate a team
  • Now it's cool all week, 45 to 47 degrees
  • ***** school though, them hoes scoot over
  • 95 maxima, the new Range Rovers
  • It feels like we space traveling
  • With a eighth and a lava lamp, niggas just wishing we'd throw the towel in
  • Tiedye mental now kill the game we bound to win
  • Crown and caged we proceed, y'all pre-game
  • All our proceeds are sprouting, now we reigning
  • Dirty mother*****er this game what we staining
  • And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop
  • And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop
  • From an AK get ‘em to a mother*****ing cop
  • ***** is they repping for trying to lock me up for pot
  • It's too bad that these bullets ain't gonna make you niggas stop
  • ‘Cause the way that they be watching if these faggots want the *****
  • Why they plot on a nigga? Guess they think I'm selling rock
  • ‘Cause my knots grown bigger, I'm saving for the top
  • Just to drop y'all quicker, ***** what you heard. beast coast gonna get you
  • And when we come get you leave your spot on the stretcher
  • I'm a real hot stepper fighting hard for this cheddar
  • And only getting better, do this shit in any weather
  • And if you really clever watch your head for your head get severed
  • And you don't stop, and that's 147 on an undercover cop
  • And you don't stop, and that's 147 on an undercover cop
  • As I walk through the streets and the alleys of Brooklyn
  • Fiends is on a scheme mad, cops is crooking, you shooken
  • Just look here, this ain't your average playground
  • Bodies in the garbage so them niggas never play round
  • Just stay down ‘cause stray bullets might leave your face looking
  • Destructed, young ruckus can't touch this
  • Fake MCs, get the ham and no bluffing
  • They say the kids ill, no, I'm *****ing disgusting
  • The bucket brim low, the all black Timbos
  • Wear the lumberjack, got a Brooklyn mental
  • We fresher than Mentos, you cats is all weak
  • Spending heat on momentum, never stand on our feet
  • These stans are I demand, the chances are MIA
  • Read my fortunes for fortune and my times are for grand
  • Just understand God these streets is murderous
  • I know you heard of us, you ain't hurting us
  • It's looking worse for you, we need a hearse for you
  • Better quit while you're ahead or get murked in a
  • New York minute you'll get smoked like you Newport living
  • They want beef but MCs only be grilling
  • And you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover cop
  • And you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover cop
  • Puff puff, pass the dutchy to the righteous man
  • Heights expand, what we like the contraband
  • Hit the road with a conscious band
  • Flow rugged raw shit and filled with intoxicants
  • So the groupie girls pop lock it in
  • Drop it like it's hotter than tropic land
  • Tropacan in a can, Cancun on can ann, still got the can
  • Found your ex on the beach, you call me the sandman
  • Got the queen on dance all on a handstand
  • Don't worry ‘bout what car I be in it got your BM in it
  • Dark tinted so you can't see him in it
  • Sharp splinters, told him it'll be a minute
  • Of blood stains thicker than wood grain
  • Thinking they would gain but your hood blamed
  • Production of your environmental conception
  • Wishing you was let into which you was not let in
  • Flourishing through flows that let you go hours
  • True coffee flowers for hours
  • True MCs, they move beef with cowards
  • Me and Powers discovered our powers when we hit the sours
  • Word to my brother Steez, I pack with the loudest so much green
  • When we hit spliffs it's like we hit the lotto
  • That's the lotto ‘cause “Life's a *****” is still a motto
  • But that ain't the only reason we get high, though
  • And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop
  • And you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop

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