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intellect - daily maneuvers lyrics

hundred and two degrees on july 15th summer 95 new york was live meaning somebody is bound to die, up 295 he would drive out to the west side he lived in bayside b-ss thumping out the back of ride, he was 6’5 soft spoken when he uttered light skinned original tim’s back then we called him b-tters, 235 from his weight the ground shuttered cannon would snap and close a pair of eyes like camera shutters, pull up in marcy, that’s where he get his bob marley moroccan connects cuban links dude had an army

left to the school of the hard knocks where you p-ss or you get popped only haves and the have nots can’t be trapped and stuck on the block his pops left him, too early he in heaven, his moms work double shifts at cafeteria on 7th, ps111 is where he met his brethren, he made his first sale it paid well at age 11, copped a burner first cracked the thunder in 97

eyes low behind the raybans white girl inside his waistband he out in harlem hundred and sixteenth pumping that d baby mamma got a son and daughter his fam gotta eat only seventeen newest ghetto celebrity

he grew up on the crime side the new york time side for paper-bag money light block up like prime time, 4 years later prince of the scene reaching for king

whip cl-ssic cutl-ss burgundy 80 supreme, on asanis, his girl look like ashanti, long wavy hair her body she got it from her momma plus no baby drama she held him down in between the summers, and packed the armor, bonnie and clyde type, type you wanted a wife like, and get on be like show you right when she get it popping them panties dropping and headboard knocking, it ain’t no stopping, enemies clocking, streets are constantly watching

some dudes tried to snuff him, he moved quick and grabbed musket north on 86th heat of the chase right on columbus, bodega 88 think they safe, bayside received a text from the owner bust in the cannon’s out got ‘em cornered their eyes connect see hate and no respect first dude taken one in the head two in the chest, this is how it is, one dude was his best friend from ps111, time changes us like the wind, a shame how it ends

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