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Son I Zone, My Gun Is Never On Safety
I Copped The New Jordan's, The White Ones Wit Skate Key
{Me, I'm Just Chillin Pop, Serving My Time
Got My Greens On, These Faggots Ain't Deservin A Shine}
And Yeah, While I'm Home You Like Livin Abroad
I Heard Those Crackers Dissed You, Smack You At The Board
{When Twenty-four, They Did The Same To Norman And Lord
Heard You Cop The Silver GS, My Nigga You Scored}
Yea, It's Nuthin, Cause I'm Gettin Bread
Crack Is Dead, Bitches Wanna Give Me Head
{You's A Funny Nigga, I Just Saw Kai In The Yard
He Said Holla, When You Getta Chance, Scribe The God
Tell Kai I Said What Up, And His Sister Is Grown
I Copped The Four-fifth Auto, It's Pretty With Chrome
{The Day I Come Home, I Need A Mink And A Brand New Mac
A Few Jump Offs, Some Dom's, Some Beer, And The Crack}
I'm Outside On The Streets, Just Holdin It Down
{I'm In Jail Pumpin Iron Son, And Readin Books}
I'm In The Studio, Droppin Sixteen's Wit Hooks
{I'm In The Yard In The Cypha, Just Smokin My Sticks}
I'm In Queens Coliseum, Just Coppin New Kicks
{I Hit The Law Library, Hope To Come Home Soon}
I Just Finished Up The Album, Fin' Ta Drop In June
{Yeah, Yeah, Yeah}
{My Little Dun Gangstas, Caught In Blood Beef With The Kings
You Know Jarome Brotha, My Dun I Used To Creep Wit In Queens}
And Dat's My Dun Too, So I'ma Find Out Now
And Have My Dogs On The Island, Just Get On The Prawl
{On The Other Side Of Things, I'm Tryin To Get Released
Around My Born Day, But A Nigga Keep In Beef Wit Da Beast}
Fuck The Police, Cause All Of Dem Niggas Is Fake
Don't Lose Your C.R., Son You'll Get Your Open Date
{Dun, I'ma See Ya Regardless,
Cause I Got Two Violent Felony Charges}
And You Know Your Appeal Is Progress
{You're My Dog, Dun}
And We Gon Keep This Tight
I Keep Your Commisary Phat, I'ma Keep You Right
{I Got The Chronic Stashed In A Coffee Carton And Kicks
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