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  • [trigger tha gambler]
  • There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker
  • Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker
  • The gun to gun, face off, street smart nigga
  • That Im ready to tear your numbers right off the burners
  • To throw the d-8 trace off, ruckus click cause the mystery
  • Sellin, which, cap killin, go down in history
  • You dissin me, bell to releact the combat
  • I sit back, when niggaz throw raps
  • I be like, where your are at
  • [rubbabandz]
  • Its a leaky-leak world and I dont give a *****
  • All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff
  • The sun aint never shine on my block
  • Its like a permanent eclipse
  • The only light is gun spark
  • Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours
  • Catch your on the stairs, your floors eight
  • But, you wont make it past four
  • Im sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional
  • Flashin, wackin and not reactin
  • [smoothe da hustler]
  • Yall niggaz, know what time it is
  • Leavin niggaz withour no watches
  • When I drop this shit about hustlin
  • Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is
  • You gettin the head from bathroom
  • To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax
  • When starts toss the headphone
  • The dead zone, mcs get done since
  • The grittiest square root
  • Equals a dead mother *****er in my circumference
  • The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather
  • To come through buildin for buildin
  • Jack dead for crime cheddar
  • [shyheim]
  • All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and *****es
  • Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches
  • I got somethin for em, in 96, you gotta be trife or die
  • Thats how it is in the streets of s.i., in God we trust the lye
  • Niggaz I run with, their mentality is ***** it
  • And heated with a vest, gun *****ed ready to buck shit
  • Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales
  • And jiggy-jigg wont stop us from gettin the dough, for real
  • [trigger] money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [rubba] alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [smoothe] cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [shyheim] big guns, money and ***** makes the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round, round
  • [rubbabandz]
  • Shaolin, stapleton born and raised
  • The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days
  • I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks
  • To make the prophet, so all yall crap niggaz need to stop it
  • I see my peeps transform like autobots
  • Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz
  • We cant be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated
  • G.p. players activated
  • [d.v. alias khrist]
  • Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell
  • Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells
  • The ***** *****er, the thug cop chucker
  • The glock under my belt, tucker, the wild mother *****er
  • My lifestyles, maxin, taxin, a pistol wipin
  • Girl come here, ***** slapped and carjackin
  • Cap carrier, contract arrangin, twenty-thousand dollar hit
  • Body, the scenic
  • [shyheim]
  • Bet your life nigga on two red and one green dice
  • For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price
  • A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist
  • A gorilla in the mist, with a four fifth, kill you and your *****
  • Get you open like bullet wounds, deadly like toxic fumes
  • Get my peoples ? ? ? through all the ballons
  • Wack rappers and listeners, this for all yall
  • Cant follow, put my records out on virgin
  • Cause my styles be sellin
  • [smoothe da hustler]
  • Brooklyn and shaolin puttin the hurtin in front of the curtain
  • Hookin and crookin, Im takin back uptown, back downtown like fulton
  • I house the best, when I be rappin, I be packin
  • So niggaz in clubs, fire marshalls got me on house arrest
  • Front, I caution it, I bless so many mics
  • After I die, niggazll cut my hand off and auction it
  • Nineteen seventy-seven, february eighth
  • This little nigga be packin big, but I aint got faith to hustle it
  • [rubba] thugs, slugs and drugs make the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [trigger] hand in pistol, pull out the gristle makes the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [shyheim] murderers and carjackers make the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round
  • [smoothe] state to state, pushin weight make the world go round
  • [d.v.] what makes the world go round, tound, round, round, round
  • [d.v. alias khrist]
  • Brooklyn, brownsville makes the world go round
  • Shaolin, stapleton makes the world go round
  • G.p. wu makes the world go round
  • D.r. period makes the world go round
  • D.v. alias khrist makes the world go round
  • I said the ruckus makes the world go round
  • Mr. trigger makes the world go round
  • Smoothe da hustler, definitely makes the world go round
  • Shyheim makes the world go round
  • Rubbabandz makes the world go round
  • The nexx level click makes the world go round
  • It be the crew that makes the world go round
  • It be the crew, it be the crew that makes the world go round
  • It be the crew, it be the crew makes the world go round

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