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(pucka) Where's my ice? No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes You keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights *dying* At your grow dega Smokin on your drow Flavor Spit some pimp shit Then dip with your old neighbor (come on) And if you really, feel some type of way about it insult wavs Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin insult wavs way about it This Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollars We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain All the insult wavs snitches wanna see us in chain gangs The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon* Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh) [Smooth - Verse 2] With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my tools Ice-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin with that nigga?) I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes What would you do in the position when it's us against you?
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