Empire State Building's turning off it's lights The refrigerator stops and suddenly it's quiet I never noticed the ceilings were so low I never saw
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just start bustin, right after I hear the last verse of self destruction, this liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome, to let you know that time without morse dangerom (??), (nigga) I low
i keep that 47 who (???) These niggas way too far, I played the game And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low, I shave
I'm cold I gets money all day like the toll, bitch! I'm raw [x8] I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow I got my brim low, all I can see is the
45 If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue
fog [Verse Four: Inspectah Deck] It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap
you with that battery I'll hit your whole team with caps and I don't mean salaries, nigga I already got dough now I'm chasin the power I'm the statue
of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life
!) Verse Two Ay, look heaven or hell, you choose Freedom or jail, you lose I cant stop em as hot as the devils shoes Overcame a low life status to blow
(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon
If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon Bury the Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue
in black Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black While y'all half-assing, nigga my pants sagging I'm getting money and my swagging black flagging Million dollar status
every morning I get dressed in black. While your half ass looking at my pants sagging, I'm getting money, and my swagging and black flagging. Million dollar status
and just start bustin, Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction, This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome, To let you know that time without morse dangerom (? ? ), (nigga) I low
rap large, cats with champion thoughts get thinner No minks displayed, y'all freeze this winter Girls react to wack status, get tantalized with stunning Operation black status
statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal
