I got tha mind of the old, I got tha youth shining soul/
Got tha courage of the bold, my skills so sick from the cold/
So sick that I'm very known, So chicks wanna hairy bone/
She licks from a merry dome, gift her with a cherry comb/
Yup thats who you treat dem hoes, you promise them jewlz and clothes/
Laced shit like diamonds on robes, hype chains and von dutch wardrobes.../
Take my word, use promises, when the time comes run with it/
Don't get caught run weave with it/
If she finds it broke and split, You gotta use them whore tricks/
Like, "Today's pay day iight bitch, don't run your mouth so pitched"/
Or the tha 45s will don click, Double O and Gun click, O-7 and fun lick/
You know I'm the top authority in dis city/
Middle East iraqi bangin six city/
60 Gats with 60 Generals beside me/
We ain't pussy, we're what you call a brave hearted son/
So we gonna run your turf like wallmart's fun/
Taking shit - loot yo stores- smash yo vechz - wit damage done/
I'm a new freestyle phenonom with the mafia ways to tax your life/
Cuz my boys will wait outside your crib, like ocean's 12 scheme price/
That's how we do in tha scartown, T-dot's middle east/
Tiff tha shops, and treat da gs, cuz out money's from the street/
And I ain't afraid to die, Wonder why niggaz don't cry/
They stand up and muitiply, true shit spits over lies/
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