调:F minor•
Verse 1
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The whole city's under siege when we
you just started shavin
Respect ya elders,
even wit the bass
we added for floss
Come and get headline,
off or brick shipments
Cover all regions,
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makin sure the protty gets spread out
We talk behind the mac
you bust lead out
Wit next prospect,
Verse 2
Smooth but yet solid like marble
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[Diamond]
In the wide body- 7 while
I'm fuckin for free
I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man
ain't nuttin to me
yo it's something to see
, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me
Twenty karats on the wrist
Verse 3
nigga
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[Kid Capri]
Aiyyo Tone,
Made moves faster than the autobond
The Kid Capri is a institution,
Starin up a whole lot of confusion
It's simple,
the borin raps
Fuck what ya got,
Niggas take it, soon as they near it,
you better fear it
Bronx Bomber,
the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now,
your whole career just crumble
Verse 4
the cheeba steamer,
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brains on trains, won't eat her neither
Insane and off the meter,
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine,
fuck one- time
Got heavy wit gats to
you played it on eight- track
Mean long guns is producin
the thunder
I'll tell Show to piss on the top
Wrist on the watch,
from spittin or not
Cool wit niggas that be flippin a lot
I'll take it back to '88 (Nigga, get off the top)
It's two- g's, let's get this money,
you wit it or not
But I'll switch topics like my bitch
wit thongs in the tropics
Make hits, straight hits
Perform as long as I got it
Seven- digits wit my name
on the dotted
Remain Dirty and potted,
ya'll know me for the ruckus
G.D. I only can fuck wit
Get the dutch and tell Tony
to Touch it
[Party Artie] Guns, I tote them things
Verse 5
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Rhymes, I wrote them things
It's no such thing, as hoes fron- ting
So get Tide wit bleach
when I rhyme wit beats
the nines just speak
I'm the kind to creep on
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It's Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks
from three blocks
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Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre
It Ain't My Fault like
Silkk the Shocker say
shots'll spray
From the Bronx to Far Rock away
Fuck bein in jail,
trapped wit no cream
Verse 6
don that's known
the dialtone
Build like brownstones when
so hot comes wit a portable fan
if the odds is right
Gettin the, spot and gleam
To stop the team,
You just mad hater,
Finesse frontin? why'all know me,
that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes,
joggin pants wit dress shoes
The prophet,
Type of nigga need a ? just
Don't flex punks,
You flossin now,
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what
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