Aim raps at your dome like chrome, bust my raps like shot to get my name known, poems flown, necks snapped like prawn, feds tap the phone and the corn gets knocked for not giving a fuck, stuck you will be when you street struck, moving in trucks and rocking Lugz, do not get you there in the Big apple no more, plans are shipping the raw and watch for undercovers at the shore, the maffioso not a weird ass bozo, for sure you should know so, flow for the heads and fly girls in my world is money comes first, I need dough like Carlos Slim to feed the hunger pains, you know what I am saying?

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