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[Prodigy and Cormega]

For my G-pack niggas

Right, right

Shooting at cops nigga what

For my G-pack niggas

F**k the police

N.Y.P.D. New York Pricks and Dicks

They can't stop our floss

Straight up

For my A.M. niggas

What up dun?

Liqour store closed

Hit the bootleggin, lets hit the bootleggin

Straight up, yo



[Prodigy]

Yo dun, we got guns in the grass its three at night

I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus

Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store

We need D batteries for the theme music

Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn

F**k a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab

We gave that bitch two wibles

And skated off the a vehicle for that piddle

All outside the borough, dun what happened to Queens

Like somethin in 1-2-1, foriegners on 116th

The got us on the big Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery

We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya

Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy, that St. Ives in dun

lingo

Spillin it on the floor for our dead people, while I spark the

sequel

Shit, my people got lungs, when we smoke that shit only go

around once



Dogs we just killin time

Somebody just got they shit twist on the block f**king up the

grind

So, til it pipe down,

we just going at these sluts bitch, we wanna f**k right now

(Overlaped my Cormega's first line)



[Cormega]

Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries

A crackhead ??? spent his last bucks on six dimes

I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin

My heart is broken, my man started smokin again

P, I heard the tunnel open again

I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in

Its time to load up the autos and semis

I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike

I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy

Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep

Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin

Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin

Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still

Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill

So we can jet through Queens in SUV's

Show these motherf**kers how we rep this thang, ya know?










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