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lunch money gang - classic lyrics

[verse 1: ralphy]
throwing up that west-side, thug life is what i’m repping
rip my n-gga pac you a m-th-f-cking legend
you pick the old leaders, n-gga f-ck who you elected
moving big daddy kane boy but ain’t know how to step it
i’m a menace to society
all black shades looking like a hot commodity
n-ggas that ain’t gon’ body me
i be bumping tyler the creator
hater i’m a skater tell em f-ck n-ggas i’m grinding b
and what you know about a cl-ssic?
in school, i was the only one in my cl-ss-sick
no doctor’s note, just a little ad-lib
in the back of the cl-ss eating a bag of chips
prior to rapping and slacking i was no mathematician
just smart enough to know when i blow you no fraction of it
yea, i’m so immaculate – i am god body you are lazarus

[hook]
cl-cl-ssic sh-t
cl-ssic, cl-ssic, cl-ssic

[verse 2: kenny wiz]
yo, high quality raps and dope flows
from a hip hop soul
i never know, where i’ma go
but i’m on a road to a higher level
i had a dream i was standing right by the devil
then i woke up
i’ma be around like a m-th-f-cking donut
talk to my mom, she just wanna see me blow up
f-ck a record deal, i’ma do it on my own
earn the respect without any records being sold
the world so cold but i got a hot flow
every line ill, somebody let the doc know
time over money on my tick-tock flow
jumping in the prowl like a m-th-f-cking rock show
wordplay k the illest of the illy-ill
f-ck the punch line, tell us how you really feel
i be on my grind, trying to get a milli-mill
‘93 flow just to let ‘em know it’s really-real

[hook]

[verse 3: fonzie]
grasp the flow, i do it so masterfull
have to know that i’m far from the average joe
actual lunch money is the p-ss and go
three man weave, trying to make a basket though
cl-ssical – let me define that kind of rap
take you from a place where your mind at
lebron fact: when he first sign his contract
he was ‘bout 6 nba rings behind shaq
made fine stats and a bunch of shine plaques
wasting years in a place he couldn’t get time back
trying to act like a ring ain’t important
and ignored not wanting to leave when he supported
moving forward miami made an outreach
people mad about a speech, him taking his talents to south beach
i know haters hurt now – let the feeling linger
put your ring on and show it from your middle finger

[hook]

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