where we can grow a pound of dope we could roll Rock a show in Tokyo and kick a foot Ohio Put the O with Oreo, we owe the power of soul Round and round
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AK user Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot 'Cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic
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form like a religionist tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power
heard Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power
it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog Big dope in the trunk
at times calls if or which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should move up from our parents station
, but still can't play shit Talkin' bout you workin' on a symphony And can't even play the tympani Walls of asbestos filled with the best dust Power station