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[00:00.185]Ayo[00:01.395]You know, they're killers themselves[00:05.391]Hey, hey, hey, forty-six hundred in there, duke[00:08.390]How you want it? How you want it?[00:10.394]How you want it? Stop that, stop that[00:12.634]These are the men who lead the crime families of America[00:16.643]I control 26,000 men[00:18.640]Except for d**e, we operate in all aspects of organized crime[00:22.888]And if there's one thing I'm sure of[00:24.888]It's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home[00:28.641]In the end, it'll only lead our country into ruin[00:51.297]We eat fish, toss salads and make rap ballads[00:54.048]The biochemical slanglord'll throw the arrows[00:56.793]In the d**e fiend, vocal cords switch laser beams[00:59.537]My triple sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens[01:02.306]Grey Poupon is Revlon rap, smack pawns, swing like batons[01:05.784]Most my niggas smoke like Hillshire Farms[01:08.043]Check the gummy sole, underneath my shoe lies the tap[01:10.544]That attract bow-legged b*****s with wide horse gaps[01:13.543]In steel mills I inhale smoke to blow on duns[01:16.042]You run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs[01:19.044]Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel[01:21.780]Like eighty roman candles that backfired then slammed you[01:24.796]Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit[01:27.555]I take it back to Playboy, stash guns in whips[01:30.288]Picture afro picks, shish kabobs and dashikis[01:33.241]Thousands civil marched, raised their fists in early sixties[01:35.982]Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one[01:38.736]Donna shogun and flip a ton of fashion[01:41.486]Destination be the cash one, I step past one[01:43.993]Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo floe[01:46.987]Cappa-villain stay chillin', take shots of penicillin[01:49.987]Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out[01:52.488]But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rat got nine lives[01:55.495]I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives[01:58.207]And then I still never go down, until the last round I shine[02:00.952]When RZA do his thing motherf**ker, I'ma do mine[02:03.949]Now, where I come from cats be carrying[02:06.447]Marrying drug money, f**k up your wife, get four to life[02:09.446]Cream we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling[02:12.199]Move and examine the fly shit, plus quick to buy shit[02:14.949]Chef, yeah, you know the whole god's astral[02:17.695]Fidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash rule[02:20.707]Big time, play it like Canadian wine[02:22.948]RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mind[02:25.949]Now let's get colorful like money-green[02:28.445]High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster[02:31.699]Yeah, god, be having my whole steez laced[02:34.198]Now let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop[02:37.445]Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color Cubans[02:40.657]Swerving with power Germans and Suburbans[02:42.921]Twenty-four niggas with vests on, my own restaurant[02:46.340]Dons sending my sons membership forms[02:48.857]And still getting this paper scraper[02:51.097]Fake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like Lakers[02:54.603]And it be coming from Lex Louis Rich Liberace[02:57.347]Fetus style and block ya goals like hockey
