yo, this aint three-6 but we still tha untouchables//tryn to get in a N.Y. state of mind, so i dont give a fucc bout no troubles//i dropn these hot rymes tryn to get sign//doing for my niggas in the souf, imma get mines//gangsta to the fullest, my whole crew can peep u//if u step the wrong way then ur chest can get seen through//i keep platnium mics//al quida of rap, i spit big bombs, air raid the whole map//i speakn kanye ill wire ur mouf//its ur boi nova bringn fire from the souf//im pushn big body cars wit 24's on the feet//these untouchable bars is to hot for the streets//

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