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I come from the wildest blocks

We nickname cops

Instead of shops on high blocks
Stolen whips and chop-chops

Barbershops sell music, hard shit for the listener

Father's are ex-prisoners

Parole officers visit ya

Collect calls from inmates

74 to upstate

Shoot dice and calculate weight

Records inside of milk crates

Spin off on twelve hundreds

Huddle and hold bundles

Escape the rainy days and find your face in a puddle

Where some of the hungriest wolves write and lay vocals

In the basement apartment, adjacent from where they spark shit

On the corners where the narc's hit

New York throw the grime shit (?)

Where the Po's spit they whole clip

Til they pop and drop shit

And every other block got a Double Chinese and Wing Lee's

All the yellow ornament reeds, D.I.'s, Groceries (?)

Cocaine distribution, movin' from here to Houston

Got bitches, still boost on

Babies are raisin' children

Hustle in front the buildin'

Crush, twist, roll

Folk loc, hold down the block 'til we old

Keep the whole ship sold

Flip, ship out O's

Enforce shit that's sold

Boss of zip codes

Streets got signs, nines speak morse code

Streets got colts, ho's and candy for that nose

Blanco, loco, smoke stog's, don't joke

Ten shots I throw, shoot out the street poles

Draw the crowds with a casino

Quattro, cinquo, six, c-lo

D-E-S-E-R-T Eagle

Flow is so evil, more birds than Project Pat

Peep stats, launder money, laundromats

So who can fuck with it, see me, Dre-D

Coalition, Catacomb, 2OG

Incarcerate shit, spit gold, bone dimes

New York state of mind

Who the fuck want mine?