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don’t let me tell you where i’m from crook-nam we can’t stop here
we go to any other hood and set up shop there
get guap’ there, try that in brook-nam and get rocked there
if you lookin’ for brotherly love it’s not here

sh-t’s not fair, them young gun boys from brook-nam run up
inside of number spots here, we got it locked here, we kill cops here
i’m one of those n-gg-z you witness livin’ the music
it only takes me one point two seconds to lose it

my sh-t bang inside of gamblin’ spots where n-gg-z throw dice
it motivate ’em for the whole night, n-gg-z be so hype
n-gg-z already know what my flow like
my sh-t inspire riots with the police, imagine what my show like

it’s m.o.p. for life
you never heard a n-gg- that spit it like lil’ fame in your whole life
i do it for the hood, i’m never loungin’ where the f-ggots at
i’m one of them savage cats

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it
these motherf-ckers is crazy

i get it poppin’ like poppin’ a oxycontin
in the rotten apple in times square at 12 o’clock
on new year’s, the crew’s here, m.o.p., n-gg-
and s.t. n-gg- 1-2-3 get ’em

i got the krs flow, mixed with esco’
pull a fresco, meet the 38 special
turn dizzy, lil’ fizzy and bill with me
i’m still 50 levels ahead of these cats really

billy danze, check, lil’ fame, check
nine milli’ fo’-fizzy big glizzy, check
get the f-ck back, pah, we them trap stars
turned into rap stars, whippin’ the fast cars
spittin’ them crack bars, grippin’ them black arms
givin’ them bad scars we really is that hard

it ain’t a facade, it’s god in the mc
you wear me on your neck, and let your sh-t bleed
religious people tat term on they arm
call me allah, my story is the holy quran

i’m the god, i spit the sun, moon and the stars
say what you want, i’m a young rakim with the bars
so, go ahead and think i’m too nice to do it
and say grace ‘fore you bite the bullet

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it
these motherf-ckers is crazy

stand down ‘fore i put your man down, homey danze down like nino
stuck in the time, still doin’ crime like it’s legal
molestin’ the grind, just check how i climb over beats
i’m a beast, i especially shine for the streets

so i’m inclined on the yellow lines, y’all think it’s deep
but to me it’s where i meet the homies all week
if you get with ’em you stick with ’em, you ain’t gotta creep
and if you creep it’s awkward ’cause homey never sleep

i made it clear that’s how you rock sh-t, y’all remember me
switched lanes, i ain’t never changed, forever m.o.p.
yeah, with uncontrollable wits, ceo in this b-tch
and crocodiles and gators, you haters havin’ a fit

i’m levitatin’ and flowin’ in my own zone
drownin’ bottles of ‘gnac, bringin’ it back home
you better know how to react or get your sh-t blown
st dot marx, n-gg- we get it on

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it

these motherf-ckers is crazy, come on
(d-mn, sh-t’s changed since back in the day)
these motherf-ckers is crazy
(word up)
come on, crazy, sing it
these motherf-ckers is crazy

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