In the game I've earned my stripes like I work at footlocker/
And have your girl bobbn' her head as if she were a rocker/

Nah I can't deny it, yeah I'm a a mobster/
Went from eatn' fried hotdogs to steak and lobster/

On the streets is where I chilled, yeah my game is proper/
Had to duck my head, watch for hand cuffs and copters/

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOLLA AT YOUR BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Marvell man don't act sassy// Or i'll leave you like a used tampon, stiff, bloody and nasty//


"Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like 5 days, words of an oldman in a wheelchair, with silver hair, his eyes where bloody, while describing what lies before me, said evil b*tches and jealous men would try to destroy me, it occured to me this old ni99as words couldn't be realler, i'm on top now slightest drama i have to kill ya, cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water, ismail mosses and joe, move in devine order, sh*t is plastic material having no life, crash whips and leave 'em know matter the price, as long as I survive hop in the five, circle the block where the beefs at and park in front of my enemies eyes, we see that it's war we're gods children, see what we livin is real, aint no heaven or hell, dead is dead f*ckers, and your soul is with god, your mind keeps lurking the earth watching your own murder reoccur" - Nas