You be trippin scheming to run up on me
I'm slice you open, you can watch your autopsy
The crew, the street, the block can pour forties
the liquor dilutes the truth makes you see poorly
I stash a auto with bullets that lash dice brothers thinner than hash,
we breakin' out like a rash burning raw holes with cash and hammers that mash,
the impression left will last like diseases processed in the past and the man wearin' black,
leave the block basin' on the crack while we buildin' up a stack and checkin' for the taps
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