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Even dough low still Mobb
Deep infamous never sleep
Like the city just you life sheik
Oh barkeep, guineas please
And keep ‘em coming til
These hags

She fancies collars when swallowing
Capsizing silences, whore of Babylon
All-city, metropolitan
Lift me just a couple inches
Off of terra firma carry

Yeah
A hundred grand on a nigga head
A hundred grand and his niggas dead
I do believe in something
You want shit done, you do it by yourself
I got

shit he's so witty with
The flow spitting dope
16's Loca was a joke more than the bloke
In the video it was so shitty
Yo city cannot not win

and furious, enjoy the ride, don’t hit the brake
I will solve your problems (problems) - it’s a piece of cake  

Dot RU, dot BY - bloody kingdoms bye-bye!
I’ll

Got a lot on my mental 
City dying off fentanyl 
Can’t put my dogs in a kennel
Slide by 5 deep in a rental 

Windows down 
Better duck right now
You

Eyes bloody I can see a red flag a mile away. 
No good I have seen it all time to flood the safe. 
I like when her eyes go low. 
Maybe I am nothing but

Just for the scene (hggghhh)
My shoes is bloody
I’m Fresh out the casket
Let get to the green .. ugh …

Smoking on gas left some shit in the past that I

I live and die on this radio
In the bloody occupation
Dying to find a healing stone
A nazi wanders our walled city
To know the sea of flames is not

da hood

Bar by the bank
 Atm then a drink 
Roll up a l
Talking on my cell
 Looking up the block 
Waving hi to the cops 
But they Neva around 
When

I didn't mean to hurt you it was an accident
But did you really think there'd be a happy end
So you got your heart broken by a pariskidd
At least now

past
They were shocked as she would often know their names
She'd pick lilacs in the sun
While a vagrant beat a drum
Than she'd walk along the log out by

My way for escape is too narrow and low
But this bloody land ever pushes me to go
Footprints on the sand are for short time to be
And waves come

of the heart
And many cities'll go black
EKGs'll go flat
Bloody bodies in hospital lobbies
Everywhere Code Black
Pandemonium flood the street like wild fires

spiked leave a nigga bloody red
But I don't roll with
The reds or the blues, I formed my own crew
Not a gang but a unit
We move as one and you'll be

this one off with a
Toss from mah nigguh Ross
We don't run the rap game
But this city we the Boss
North Memphis South Memphis
Westwood Orange mound

But my bitch from Jamaica
Hollow tips in the clip
She gon' suck the dick 'cause I make her
Carol City Conglomerate came to
Shake the equator
We collect

time! And things are
Bound to get bloody!
'Cause what shows more despair than
Getting beaten by your hubby?

You can't handle the truth
So go ahead

the Phantom gold, yeah 
Running 'round town, Bolt, yeah 
Running 'round the city, Bolt, yeah 
You best better get your shit, man 
You best better fucking bolt,

Sirens sing until the newspaper brings
The tally of the lost to a city full of kings

I've seen a ghost
You've seen a ghost
We've seen a ghost
We

my shoes bloody man
Got the 30 man
Typa shit to do you dirty man
Like a culander got you holey 
You spaghetti man
Justin Verlander I got a bad one

In a silly dream
Down by the river you’re waiting on me
I still believe
You’ve been with no one as I’ve been sailing the seas
When the city sleeps

out
His bloody mouth
Shouts of the obscene

Cruise through the night city 
Where the static sky meets the ground
Watch the lights fly by

the sun beating down on me and it’s bloody hot!
Theres’ children in a row and all their parents with their camera phones
Trying to get a picture with that