1.New Improved
Yo, what？ what？ run kid, run!
You should break north for thinkin with your's
Send out track signed sincerely hardcore
Throw you in a choke hold hoe, i smack you with the mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh？
I'm two seconds off, i'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
Huh？ puff forty the rocker, shorty naughty with two squigs
Three pulls then pass it back, don't even ask me why, black
You may act, sane, you may act, shady
I think he's still goin crazy over his baby hailey
Go hey-hey hailey walk slow, my slow flow's so remarkable
The rap attract until mc's come so i could spark a few
Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like 'em fossils
What a rascal, triangular when i'm verbal head-bangin ya
This style, lean on poles and watch heads fold
And bang their pins like it's the same session
So call the best that you know, uh, i'm numero uno
Number one, hoe, whatever language you know
You could've been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to build
Right now you goin through faces of fear
So it's a rhyme fract', you don't turn out the lights
And beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night
Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
Cuz i be on, i be on some new improved next shit
Yo, yo, yo...
They call me darth vader when i'm invadin ya space
Raid your area (yo rza hit 'em with the mace)
Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fake
The platform shake, i'm like a human earthquake
Feel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power lines
Short-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mind
I heard too many rhymes slackin, too many mc's be lackin
The skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)
My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow's the maddest
Your style is the pips without the gladys (hoo!)
Light-brite, these mc's be writin wack rhymes
Claimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time
(yo they lyin) i'm out firin, yo puff you be
While you poppin shit i'm poppin nuts up in your girl's coutie
I roll the mic up in the philly
Smoked it, now watch these mc's get silly
From the contact, dragon, i rip mic's tight
Poppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at night
Damn right, bob, i rock a rhyme non-stop
Straight from brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped
Ain't no mothafucker like me...
On some next shit, holdin laser three-eighties
Givin laser dick to a bitch like kendra, playa
I'm on tracks hustlin my pen, i'm a nigga with attitude
Like ren ＆ dre, keepin verses gangsta
And i teach my little couso's how to spit verbal ammo
That i had flex on they dick and bomb shit up
When my squad rolls up, it's nuthin but a 'g' thang
We keep raps potent, that's a gumbo thing, what？
Got y'all niggaz on ya back like i'ma fuck 'em in the v
If you see my cheetahs, china rings overseas
(it's the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totin
Bust a rhyme with the henny, drunk totin)
It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze
Musical chairs when i raise like flags, a forte
Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga)
You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast
(we never knew that our slang would cause too much impact
On the devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)
Nigga's tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kids
Shit we live, catchin licks, all in the demon's grip
Need i say more？ blow up buddha-god, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(you stuck by two of the greatest tactics) yes
(we bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask us
It's the blackout, bum-rush) you wanna get stupid？
(cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)
My corpse is a rza from a thriller or nine killa
Passin by mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga
(so who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine)
Acidic, my rock frequency like jesus in palestine
(packin nickel-plated chrome nines
I design lines to the burn-freeze minds)
Cross the river jordan in timbs to get mine
{it ain't a mothafucka like me}
2.I Ain't Playin No More
Uh, see this right here
This is for niggas who think i'm playin
I'm not playin no more
I'm leavin niggas on the floor
What the fuck you expect？ it's raw
Come on nigga, come on and shit
This world got me not knowin, what the fuck to do
I'm locked up, on the block, with no air to move
I drink booze to keep my head off the bad news
Fake friends become enemies, never walked in my shoes
I give vex with the tech, nigga make a move
You choose to lose, i plan to be a winner wit ya pre-k rhyme
Ya cats is beginners, get served to my dog for dinner
And let my nine get up in ya, while the bullets dig thru ya
You cats is incubator raps, hard for you to attack
You're trapped, can't even move
Still sippin simalac, i've been a lyrical fat
Till the pussy crack, ten-five, 80 shots, hold that
Your dead like a roach, sway with blackjack
Run you over with the black ack, niggas gettin blood sap
I'm kill tracks, panties sippin conignac
Stay tense, hectic thoughts, pullin guns out my trench
Momma said they put a jinx on me
The only way you kill it off, murder everything
And leave nothin to breath
And when you speak, speak up
Messin wit this, keep up
This means war, a lot cats gon' get left on the floor
I ain't playin no more, you gon get what you askin for
And i'm rippin 'em raw
My gats lift souls just like stigmata
I've been waitin for the nigga who killed big poppa
Bring him on, 4th and ave, let the nigga get popped up
Give ya rocks up, i'm blowin ya balls to ya guts, nigga
You're straight up butt, you gets gun fucked
These shiesty cats, make this bitch wanna shrive, shells to
taste
Make me wanna smack ya fucking senses off ya face
These fake ass rap cats, i put 'em in place
Takin they space nigga, when you rhyme, shit's a waste
These steamin ass nigga, take my pump in they waist
On your carpet, i leave a blood trace
Leave your body found someplace, they call no place
Never had a friend, lift these homos with the ten
Cut his baby moms throat, fuck that hen
Fuck ya flow, fuck ya trap, fuck you again
Shit is serious, niggas got me walkin around fed
Last time the doctor see you, there's a hole in ya head
Dead on the bread, niggas hidin from raw, give a fuck what you
said
Ya some livin walkin blackheads, that wordin my tread
Workin my tread, word is bond, sportin my dread
Every time ya niggas say my name
Ain't nuthin you can say, but she raw, just simple and plain
Fuck what you playin, you ain't for me, anyway
Half ass, you pray, get it straight, any fuckin day
Ya foolgetti's thinkin ya can play, get played
Get laid, 'cross the pave, wit my blood gauge
You garglin blood, ain't nobody hearin what you say
Fuck what you said nigga, you dead
I laugh when the red spread
I'm puttin dem holes in your ho's head
Wanna be down with me, yeah, you must be fuckin stupid
I'm the bitch that cha don't wanna have shit to do with
Buckin 'em duck, leavin they piece clueless
Shootin spaces in the heart of they vest, i'm fuckin loveless
That's why i wrote for delf, tag alongs made me vexed
I don't wanna have to make a mess
Make heads get splashed 'cross the glass when i compress
These streets got me stressed, blowin tecs
Puttin your wives and kids to rest
I'm up to guns, money, the upset life, switch to the lovely life
Thousand dollar boots, six hundred grand ice
For me to stay broke, i'm just too nice
See the sunrise, see the gun side, you kill for the life
Bitch, rip 'em raw, rip 'em raw
Leave 'em bodied on the floor
Peace to my nigga bliss, my doo-doo, i love you you, ooo-ooo
This for the niggas that hated on me
Even though i ain't playin no more
I'm rippin 'em raw, hold that, take that
Hold that, look back, get clapped, blaa, hah
3.Life Of A Gangster
Ya niggas better fall back, show me a heart, where it's all at
Take it back to the streets where it's raw to the core, black
Break a law, when the d's rush the door, and y'all rat
Shorty on the floor with her panties off
Wanna taste a lollipop in my candy store
She turned around, said she wanted more
Then i said 'stank bitch, whose a nasty whore'
Don't take no bull like a matador
Life in hell is pure havoc y'all
Now that we established, to this madness
Not cha average, i got to have it all
Buy a new v, a blue 3 and a quarter
It be the slickin that's pimpin ya daughter
Rippin a trap, lyrical man slaughter
Like the beats stay bumpin bumpin
From crills to diesel pumpin
Y'all cats stay frontin frontin
Like destiny's child, we controllin the crowd
We got ya jumpin, jumpin
Who you know got money to get
Make all the honeys sick
Got hell of a dick game (a gangster)
Who you know that, rob big chains
Do big things, got a six range (a gangster)
Who you know don't care about a chick
Rich and gotta hustle full time (a gangster)
Who you know that, never slit, get you hit
Anytime pull nines (a gangster)
Who the hell wanna fuck with, lil' free
Now ya get smoked like angel dust
No clicks wanna bang wit us
Might wanna sing wit us, ya can't be dangerous
Ya feds wanna bang us, got fools, n.y.p.'s wanna hate us
Got chicks on our meets wanna date us
Now we straight ball like the raiders
Ya fools better slow down, better full rack
Before i make the ock waste a whole round
Put a ghost in your town, freemurder on your sound
What you be lock round？
Ya dogs ain't harmony, man i make ya boys wet like lingerie
Blue slip, same shit, try to talk slick
But you walk wit, and it's funny like comedy
Disarmin me, nine cypher till i shoot till my arm a cease
And pack bust ya arteries, gun smoke make it hard to breathe
Fog in the air, you can hardly see
Can't change the life of a gangster (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Can't change the life of a gangster (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Can't change the life of a gangster (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Can't change the life of a gangster (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (murder)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (shacronz)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (gangster)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
They think that i can't, but i won't stop
Is it hard for a player to change, still closin and it don't
drop
Run trains on a chick, put my name on a chick
Ran some my best game on a chick
You like the weight of ice of my chain
Sip to get the small talk, i just want brain, chick
I'm tired, all the bull that you pull
When you come thru, it's always the same shit
Now i never seen a hoe to trap
You want money for this and dough for this
I drink crys', more of that
Diggin your stacks, aiyo g., let me hold that or go in the back
Gave whatever you needed and i bought you
Taught you lessons and paid your court dues
Girl you know my lifestyle like store dues
I'm from the fork, i'm pull and cost dudes
I'mma be a god, till i die, stay high
When a broad be a broad, shit, ain't right
I want thug bred, that give good head
Play dice, on late night and stay tight
Bang, bang, bang, bang (agent stealth productions, shacronz)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (lil' free)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (buddha monk)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (what)
Bang, gangster, (gangster), murder
{gangster, gangster, gangster}
(gangster) murder {gangster}
4.Who's Got Game？
Yo, don chulo (that nigga got a problem with the don chulo)
Les ness, 2 g's (got, you heard)
Flatbush, park side, 225 (what？)
Why i feel like i been thru this before？
D？vu, ya still want more？
Have it your way, we'll skip the foreplay
Down on all fours, guess who gettin fucked today
Fucked on your royalties, fucked on your event
Fucked on your deal, and this is your very last chance
So now we gotta take it back to the streets
By this son, you know i mean back to the heats
Back to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweat
My click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eat
Come thru, tear it out, nothin but jeeps
Leavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creep
Game's over, it's a sweep, and i'm the mvp
Snatchin awards and applauds on mtv
No need to wonder why y'all envy me
The don c., now y'all see who the don be
Yo who got game nigga？ yo what's my name nigga？
The don chulo, ain't shit change
I continue to reign, but the bitch is the cocaine
Take a blast of this and watch it num the brain
Yo who got game nigga？ yo what's my name nigga？
The don chulo, ain't shit change
Knowledge to minister, chulo the migraine
Know i return to continue my reign
Yo, hold up, hold up, let's back this shit up
You, you and you, yo pack ya shit up
Yo i'm pushin weight while you crackin the sit ups
Don't make you lean you hit up, till you spit up
Quadriplegic, need help just to get up
While i'm shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit up
Don't be bitter, son take it like a man
Take it like the cracker did to cherokee's land
And when you wake up tomorrow, i'mma still be the man
I'mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the grams
Stay stackin my grands, in the benji
Smokin large amounts of censi, boy don't tempt me
To let my clear cinque siete, spit until it's empty
Hold that, give it back, like it's some shit you lent me
Don't take it personal, cuz this was meant to be
The best, is how they gon mention me
From now until the end of the century
It's that head banger shit, drug slanger shit
Years of anger shit, now it's some danger shit
Got ya body divided, with no remainder shit
You can't change the shit
I'm movin so fast that you can't aim and shit
This is my game kid, don't you forget it
If you do it, boy, will you regret it
Be somebody gets deaded, yo, i guess ya can see where this
headed
The analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverend
Alpha, omega, beginning, the ending
So what i reap, so i'm cheap, no borrowin or lending
Cuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendin
I'm the king of mi casa, with me you can't prosper
Chulo dilomite doctor, fuck with no hosta
Blastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yada
Keep my mind on nada but the chadda
Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggas
Yo this 225, bronx style, flatbush nigga what
Bk representin, les ness, my nigga self, lady raw
The whole flatbush crew, bk in general the click nigga
This how we put shit down, what？
5.Three Amigos(If It's On)
Say what？ ain't no pushin
Say what？ none of that shit goin on
Yo
Made from the best shit on earth
I bring it to ya first, sick verse from the thurst
In the darkness we lurk, load a cartridge and burst
On the scene, like a new team
Let 'em on our witness, the method how i do things
Perfected, my routine's are hectic and knockin
General electric, i'm shockin (bzzz)
Now who top ten, to rot and land once forgotten
Niggas poppin crys' now, they stock market droppin
They poison, i'm the antitoxin, that keep the party rockin
And got me for us all, johnny cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if i walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best prepare for tical, to beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck all, get off that bullshit
And kick the fuckin tux off, now it's on
If it's on, then it's on
We can get it on, gat for gat
Track for track, song for song
If it's on, then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga？ huh？
You got the beat from another planet
Think i don't rock like granite
Lyrical giantical, submerge the titanic
Panic with the frantic, antic watch them vanish
In the zone, by my own, maricon, if you spanish
The outlandish, even though they can't stand us
You better off gettin pick a size, tryin to ban us
Either way you put it off, i'mma be heard
That's my word, stone cold, goldberg
Like a nerve, don't fuck what ya heard
That nigga just started hangin out on the curb
What's the verdict, soundin like me, you can't word it
I put it in overdrive, while you short circuit
Worship the ground that i walk on
I brought on, all the real niggas that you talked on
Blahzay blah, so on, it's a done deal, don't even go on
Soundin nauseous, to choke on strong, to get my smoke on
Talkin 'bout gats, ain't no bustin clacks, and ain't hustlin
Too many cats that wanna rap, and ain't sayin nuthin
Foolin ya self, how let ya ass do it to ya self
When it comes to cash, we the ones doin it, who else？
Walkin our dogs, ya cats better beat yours
Hot heat reach y'all, before you even get a chance to recharge
You weak paw, me and my street niggas a' eat y'all
We all, guess they ain't no question that we sure
B-song, soon as you throw the fuckin beat on
Dick riders ride, followers follow our lead on (you a fly guy)
I'ma have to air ya guys out
My shit is plat' before it even exit my mouth
S.i.n.y. nigga, who wan' try？
Treatin a batty boy head, boom bye bye
I.q. sky high, i flaunt y'all to hardcore
Conquer, why you frontin dunn？ you don't want war
Three amigos (we can get it on)
＊method man talkin spanish＊
Punk! yeah yeah yeah yeah
King just
Sic
Mr. meth
We gon polly to the death, yo
S.i.n.y., 10304 ＊echo＊
6.Red Rum
Babyface, here's the rum to get the party started
Delta got the 4-4 and now we on guardin
We walk with heat, ain't nothin sweat on the streets
If you walk in the slum, you get caught by dum dum niggas
What, red rum, red rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case that they gave me
Red rum, red rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case (that they gave me)
I wanna hit some skids tonight
(aight crook stop stealin, dogs count your slugs
But ain't nobody killin)
I know i got a chance, at this, pants is tight
(l.i.q., got me flippin, feelin for a fight)
Wanna get my groove on, preceed to move on
(before the break of dawn, all ya niggas is gone
Try to front and get torn, i'm at the door
With the 4-4, restin my chest, i'm fuckin livin
Hardcore hearing)
{ooh baby i like it raw, war, things ain't just peace no more}
The way i get raw is gettin ready for a war
Suited in fatigue suits, size of livin proof
Robbin niggas ain't cute, but niggas need to salute
I step to this creep, 'what's ya name？', (denise)
She had a steel mad conceit, and the cunt's manifique
S ＆ jet, cuz the bodies now recked
Then i stepped, she was from the fuckin projects
Back to the party, to drink some bacardi
Step to this chick, but her breath was type tardy
Miss la-di-da-di, get off the wall so we can party
You see me scoppin, your pussy prink got me open
Damn baby
Control party masses, pass champagne glasses
Peace and love to the ol' dirty bastard
Multichin, it's the zu killa trend
Deadly with the pen, with the track he kills again
I'm layin my charm down, this honies all around
My section, got lifestyles for protection
Fuck that, groundin on asses, gives infections
Time to chill out for this alcohol section
16 cent on this fuckin alezay
Pour it out for my man a, rest in piece
Love, peace and hair grease
The drama never cease, i'm rugged like a beast
With fronts in my mouth piece
Teachin niggas how to pimp
If i did it, i did it, you caught a charge for a tip
Bitch stop pagin me, i'm not tryin to hear you
You wanna fuck my physical, beep spiritual
I'm tryin to get drunk with the dragon
The one night stand got ya braggin
Ya hot like a shot, with the 30-30 off the trot
I wanna bitch who smoke pot alot (＊inhale＊)
Dancin with these bitches got my drawers all wet
(yo the party just started, don't end it yet)
We gotta go delta (nigga go to hell)
This crazy bitch is waitin at the fuckin hotel
(let me smoke another l, and drink some more wine)
We got mad cash, but we can't buy time
(son, it's only 15 to the break of dawn)
Let's scatter like roaches when the light come on
7.Simply Ludicrous
'eat cornbread to come quick' (5x)
I keep hearin footsteps in the dark
And killa, killa, killa, killa in the s-sharp
Christbearer the mind arch, a west coast hip-hop shark
You muthafuckin mark, i coerce and nurse the universe
Emmerse the megahertz to a mega from the burst
I rule the world like my name is love
Then knock your ass out, iron fist velvet glove
And with the ill guidin game, a thunderbird to the night train
I go kurt cobain, i contemplate the game sippin vodka fame
In a chain, a hurricane on memory lane
I'm makin money now, bitch, bling bling
It's shallah amin gettin rich with rakeem
I rock the khakis with the crease, and smoke the hashish
With maurice, that's shield in the lease
Christbearer be a true artiste
On my momma, my three nephews and my niece
Control avenues, black and white venues
Diamond cut jewels, found dead in the news
Never choose left cuz the right will remind you
Fuckin with a man that been hurt all his life
Seen rainy dayz and rainy nights
Catch you over bee, holdin the pirate knife
Y'all niggaz done lost your mind, and your time too
Unique rhymes that shine on the divine youth
It's time for us to put it all on the line
Comin from the dynamic vine, intense like sex off ecst'
I wonder what the devil come up with next
We got ice, sherm, coke, weed and meth
Killin people to they very last breath
Lethal attack, straight live on the set, swift jive on the set
So dip your black m-ouths and get wet
And turn up the volume a little bit
Yo it's on when i touch the mic, had the crime hype
Beat that ass like mike, i'm not nice
Snatch your wife on your weddin night
Spoil your fun, been packin the dust since day one
Me ＆ my niggaz stomp you out, goin yo pocket
Yo we steal your funds while you layin there
Stiffen up, to jump in your hoop' and count your ones
Cuz it's kill or be killed, that's on the real
You get yor cap pealed for tippin the scale
Talk shit and catch a face lift from the fo fifth
Oh, crip niggaz flip when knights step in the door
Ready to snatch your hoe
You might catch knight in the hood, banged out in khakis and
all-stars
With my little homies on the handle bars bangin north star
North star, north star, north star
Killa bee gang, wu-tang nigga, yeah
We stay true to this, north star shines luminous
Black knights, anything else is simply ludicrous
Anything else is simply ludicrous, anything else is
Simply ludicrous
We stay true to this, north star shines luminous
Wu-tang, anything else is simply ludicrous
Anything else is simply ludicrous, anything else is
Simply ludicrous
Anything else is simply ludicrous
8.Back Of The Church
Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream
Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream, buddha
Word, aight, yo, aight
All stand in attention, it's a spank in the nine
Some of y'all niggas be 'sometime'
Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme
All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits
Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit
Too complex, make it easy, elementary
So we can teach these babies
Crawl before you walk, think before you talk
Don't mislead them, fall, ya bleedin
Now take me to your leader
Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer
You should say thanks to your weed and liquor
Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches
Shiny cars, ain't nuthin man made can reach these stars
Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are
I be the fall dog, in the vanguard
Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier
Zu ninja!
Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory
Floatin in cups of hennessey
Logically it's like, niggas battle the bike
So i rip mics tight, and vibe right
We shine on each other till the climax
On your best systems, i'm deep like addiction
Whenever i'm co-mixin the slang
Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain
Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame
Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual
I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel
Overdosin you, one of the chosen few
New host to guide you across the east coast
We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price
Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights
85 percent of the change of life, to jail
I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame
Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone
Momma said don't aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm
Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong
That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm
Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls
85% gods, peep announcements
Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss
Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants
My thoughts throw them in your collector's edition
Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics
It's precious like black dad's kids
Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic
200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east
Like musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of
rules
Never step on x-men, while they shoes
Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours
Straight boulevard on the block, it's like a shoot out
Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill
I revail the ears, embrace with open arms
Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame
Praise my name and the niggas i run with
World class, yo we're legends
Yo true like the terminator, i shoot and kill
Mc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminator
In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats
Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat
Get ya scooby snack, that's the way you attack
A hip hop track, like a predator
Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic
Yo niggas is this, like tina's and ike's, smack
Now we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonight
On stage under the lights, rhymes tight
Blow like crack in a pipe
Fans addictive to the crossidation of christ
9.Sundown
Yo, what's up？
The fuck is the deal？
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shacronz, the high juan
With my affiliates, u.k.
All day, and y'all fucked up now
What？ what？ yo, yo..
When the sundown
Clear the court, i got my guns now
All y'all tough niggaz run now
Eh yo.. it's the i, mic murder first degree
No doubt no pressure, where beef？ first that's free
Had a punk pay the certain seed
Bt's had me on freeze, where they wear sheets
On concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreat
On reach, peace, where the each is own
It's in eats in homes, thief will fly
Beast with chrome, top rated, billy plated
Shaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up nigga
Trigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblin
Cannon of the mobster, that phantom that got ya
Set up, chop they necks, sword'll keep they head up
Them vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up
Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore back
Why you tellin me and i already know that？
Fast frame dude like kodak
Showin 'em, where the coke at
Pump wiz who's nose that blow crack
Got up and got the dough back
See no plaques, niggaz see the 16's and hold that
Flip c.r.e.a.m. and blow that, flip trees and blow that
Lil' free squeeze with ease and you know that
I'm on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew rich
Fly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whips
Chicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotized
Illegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click'll rise
To the top of new york with cronz poppin the cork
On the don, mob got it locked in the fort
Cops i extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard？)
I move crack to stat', loop my troup to shoot back
Chicks say 'who dat？', fly don ya got ya eyes on
Ty-jigs, shacronz, spray it like dry lawn
Claracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzo
Married to the mob, my broad carry a uz-o
Hoes in parasuco's, dough long like my new pole
True cold lows, froze with bloody loopholes
Blow mackin noodles, pop the mack double uno
Toss like hugo, floss numero uno
Yo, what's up now？ niggaz ain't got y'all guns now
Y'all don't seem so tough now
Cronz spit, y'all nerds fuck with the wrong click
Pack long shit, liquor and c.r.e.a.m., check out my team
Hilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this bitch in the seam
Ass show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of lincoln mabby's
In front of nail salons, cats hail the don
I fuck bitches pale, blonde, frail or long
My comrades get hailed and showned
Bailbond, nice royce, course, hail storms
Trash dances instead of jungle weed
In the jungle we, bubble keys
In the bubble jeep, s3, team all plunky with ease
We on some snake shit, hungry to squeeze
You don't need no gun and cheese
What？ all y'all faggot motherfuckers
Ha, shit is real in the battlefield
What？ u.k., 10th chamber
For real, shacronz, billy box
Ty-jigs, the emperor
Lil' free, f-r-double e
The gods, same thang
How we movin？ (u.k.)
U.k., u.k., u.k.
10.You're My Everything
You're my everything (15x)
(dedicated, to my everything
That's to you, you know who you are boo
You're my everything, yo)
She had a man, but i caught her eye thru a dollar van
Had persians, skin tone like an arabian
Maybe when, when we get a chance to meet each other
Face to face, to brace with one another
I tell her why i love her
Then thug her back out, dun-dun, i got a steakhouse
Crashin the sex, feeled aroma till she passed out
She called a timeout, laid back and let her air out
Let the room air out, champagne mixed with style
Kept us goin, till the early mornin
We was bonin, blowin our can, for shorty holdin
Blunts rollin, carryin flow on this love boat
Tranquilizin your thought with one note
You my everything, won't you come shine with the king
And you can see the wonders and the joy life brings
Under my wing, is where you belong
And lovin you is right, then maybe i don't wanna be wrong
Cuz you my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything
Look at miss symbol, wit the dimples and old pimples
Talkin like she like how i rock on instrumentals
Talkin like she been thru the same shit i been thru
Got me singin 'i wanna get into you' stop it
Hot like the tropics, and not from the projects
Me and you boo, we like a plug to a socket
A pants to a pocket, and houston to the rockets
A doorknob to a closet, got you screamin 'stop it!'
Logical when we mix molecules
Better call con ed, cuz we might blow a fuse
Ain't no rules, you choose whatever you do
You my everything, and i do everything for you
You my sun, moon and star, last drink at the bar
You the rims on my car, nah i ain't gon' go that far
There ain't nuthin that i put before you
That's when i'm knowin what i'm sayin here is true
Ms. everything, you so pretty, how how she diddie
With the tickle pity, you should be the new york city
Stay jiggy, that's why i got to keep you from my niggies
(yo just you got a lot like backstreet) no diggy
Plus she digs me and makes my oatmeal lumpy
And asks the right questions like 'why they call you bumpy？'
First girl to hump me, at the age of a virgin
Last girl to hit me off, cuz my money's splurgin
I'm certain, this be the right one son
Cuz she was hooked ever since i dropped warrior's drum
Make you cum twenty times, with these rhymes of mine
Between love and hate there's a thin line
So i'm, gonna watch my step, and choose correct
But this is for thee, she can bounce like a bad check
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, respect me
Better than your ex, your man's lex
So your next to be boyfriend
Ain't no toy friends, here
Ms. everything, you my cootie in the chair
Booty from the rear, hotter shit this year
I swear, my dear
11.I Like To Ride It
Niggas, where my thug niggas？
Where my real niggas？
Where them real niggas？
I like to ride it, ride it
You like my body, body
You wanna lick it, lick it
Stop, tongue and play wit it
Lay me on my back, don't stop, get it, hit it
Dig it, pull out the hair, throw it up
I like it rough, throw me on the floor, daddy
Aow, tear it up
You wanna lick me up, lick me down
Lick down, get down, all around
I like the big big boys, with the big big toys
Hit a rhyme, make a whole lotta noise
And ah, whip cream in the whippin 'a
Handcuffin ya, no touchin her
You got to work it out, only with the mouth
Make it bounce to the south, scream my name out loud
Reach the floor, only raw, allow stick the tongue out
Got 'em open, got 'em all turned out
I like it rough nigga, tear the club up
Grab my hair and throw it up, while you diggin the gut
I be squeezin ya butt, i like to ride
Throw my shit from side to side, to get 'em open wide wide
Cuz i just wanna...
Phat flows, phat doughs, phat clothes, whoa, look at 'em stare
Wit they mouth open, when i brake it down, and shake it around
And open they keep scopin, hoppin to hop in the rizzo
Only if you go down low, lick the twat, like you do in the watch
If not, get no hot botch, you got a 4 inch dick, gettin no props
I like cocks hard like rockwilder
Spread my knees on the floor and make me holler
Where my niggas with the cash dollars
Like to trick, i like to lick, take ya dick
Can you put your hands on it, lighten suck
Scrawn him up, half tilted, push the 5
And stay gettin high, why, cuz i just wanna lick it
Iceberg in a icener
Doorag in the pants, nigga
All my bitches scream 'aow', if you like them hard niggas
Two five and a nine milla, jaguo' and a benzo
All my bitches scream 'aow', if you like the money getters
Six pack and an eight pecker, corn braids in the reasoner
All my bitches scream 'aow', if you like them thug niggas
Chocolate in the butter love, honey in the strawberry
All my bitches scream 'aow', if you like them freaky niggas
Stickin they tongue out, got 'em open, got 'em all turned out
Yeah i like to rough nigga, tear the club up
Grab my hair and throw it up, while you diggin the gut
I be squeezin ya butt, i like to ride
Throw my shit from side to side, to get 'em open wide wide
Why？ cuz i just wanna...
Aow, tear it up
Aow, tear it up
Aow, tear it up
All my freak niggas
Oh, tear it up
Oh, tear it up
All my thug niggas, wit they ass attention with this
Tear it up
Tear it up
All my witches, all my ride bitches
Aow, aow
12.Never Shit Where You Eat
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Never shit where you eat, never admit defeat
We never got beaten, and if we have to we cheat
Only t'ing about me is sweet, be the carrot cake i eat
Don't trust everyone you meet
Scan for leaks, all the squeeks, exclude the meak
Shout your wisdom from the highest mountain peak
Keep in mind crooked politicians get impeached
Even the littlest shorties be packin heat
Girl you're big now, tradin your fist for the biscuit
Shit this, difficult, we sent to have you dyslex'
Mission to stick shift, endin of the nonsense
Cee-lo trip six, head crack come to them dipsticks
Shit this, fix got him stripped to statistics
Head crack in the tidbits, from ballystics
Son ain't hissin, like dumb bat, listen and snitched on nixon
To get his richest, bitches, my definiton
Attempts for the movement, ends up with the switches
Stick politics for their drinks, in the midst of a sentence
Drain pisses, slickness, got 'em all pinned by tradition
Yo.. blaze us!
Niggas wanna test me, but see me not
Bust my glock, thugged out, bring in the cops
Hittin the block, stackin cheddar, pushin your rock
Drugs and shots, the 10th chamber never be stopped
Eh yo, shorty where my forty？ get my cap and twist
After this, session you can have the dick
You long for this, gold tip hard and stiff
Gotta get my life right, just before i spit
Guns with clips, blow you if you ain't legit
Drunk nigga comin through with my pilot lit
What？
Yo, time stands still for no one
I walk rappers with that lyrical perfection
I got more body than doc kevorkian
Ghetto fashion, that motherfucker, no reflection
Mental erection, the end of the pussy is an extension
Know the passin, by the leep, ends the valley
That's your ass, with the postman
Guess who's disgruntled, to the core of the earth by tunnel
Flirted with death, nigga danger for aaron hawk
I pay attention to details, on point like e-mail
Been there and back, quicker than rocket ishmail
Burn heart felt, dead men tell no tales
You can't be trusted like leon left with a keg of fishscale
About that, who you think gon' biggest, biggest sell？
I make what i write, on paper, real
A picture worth a thousand words you can feel
I'm not stuck on crills, or how many pounds you steal
Or how many drug deals it take to keep it ill
Never miss the mill, before i die i'ma touch a bill
Put that on my moms and my seeds, signed and sealed
Shot my mouth on the top of blueberry hills
Went up in the air and ain't came down still
You know the drill.. yeah
13.Prepare For The Buddha Monk
Get prepared for the buddha monk
You wanna get high？ roll up the skunk
Ladies and gentlemen..
Yo, turn this shit up, man
Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man
I want.. i want the mic.. i want the mic to shake
The mic don't even sound good at all
Man, what's up with that shit？
Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme
They don't wanna work through that shit
Knawi'msayin？ niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..
If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth
If you can barely hear it then you need to go
It's a buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low
Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta
Bounty killer, most wanted villain
Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke
I toke, the colt forty-five
Desert eagle, rips through cerebral tissue
The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin
Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit
And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes
Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window
Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes
I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose
Niggaz is a joke, i take a toke of the la
And all the botty boys go boom bye bye
If he fucked up
These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up
By m three-eighty-oh, musa on the low
Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile
With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go
Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book
Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put
Pop shit like like liquid lips, spit like mac's spit
Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit
The god can't slip, i hold the weight above my shoulders
Fake toasters get bust back, you're still in the holster
Don't play this shit backwards, it goes 'mc's lack this'
Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where i yap this
Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du'
Doggy, he's wu, he's the brand new craze
Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed
And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days
I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays
Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades
Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me？
Diggin in the crates to write this sawed off biography
While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly
Cuz you know the gods be, i be new born to this, see？
My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to
Live off this and your shit too
Gods teach hebrew to a due to live proof through
My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you
Dig into my chronicle, so i can unbondage you
They let you see what they want you to
But things is right in front of you
(ladies and gentlemen...)
Yes, we leave your brain demented, these god-bodies invented
A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels
My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you
Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people
It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through
Schemin for the c.r.e.a.m., rejoice in the land of the dreams
Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to
earthworms
In holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil terms
Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is
watery
What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys
I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe
I'm about to get everybody high tonight
You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95
I can't be tried, it's mad live, people do or die
And i be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope
I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note
Have you upped billy up like coccaine？ you thought you could
reign？
But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds
You could send the lady's best friend
And when it come to makin lyrics, i will represent
Yo, climbin the charts like a cat
I'm rollin with mad clips and gats
I can't be stopped, like this is shitty shitty
And my zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits
Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed
A hard task to accomplish, i'm a full definition of skills
Being impressive, one rhyme is selfish, it's known as relatives
Objective and goal, make an emcee concentrate
You're frustrated, when you examined
Vocals' movin forward, with left and right pannin
You're shootin tranquilizers, reach out as spiritual touch
This brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut
You picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrate
Got hit, your backbone couldn't hold the weight
Shit shift, like a burnt out clutch, position
Twenty-two yard line, you're out of fuckin commission
I'm fuckin up beats like vodka from finland, fatigue shit is
green
And left them calm like they we're all ready
My shit is point blank period like a bitch leanin heavy
Spillin over the same path, from my mouth you fall last
This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust
All you so-called crazy niggaz still get touched
Son i thought you had shit locked down, look around
Manchuz took control of your stereo sound
Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing
Victorious swing like lo han's, son no man could take what i
start
I keep the best for self, to get the poor part
Plus the boot like columbus, s.t.d. spread like fungus
Touch hundreds, thousands, more than million
Oh no we're four billions, our way of light shines through
darkness
I spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a gemini
What's your sign？
＊scratching of the beat and beeping＊
14.Come One, Come All
Yeah yeah (yo)
Turn my mic up, one two
East coast gangsters (straight brooklyn right here)
(east coast gangster, east coast gangster)
Come to let ya niggas know
One time and one time only
We ain't playin
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Stay charm, livin, everybody wanna know cons position
I'm in the strong condition, plus there's no competition
Pop dons, twistin up, arm glisten
Rza truck, lean dudes in the hallway, sittin, spittin up
Don't think about gettin up, this world ain't forgettin us
On the streets, we crizzin cuts, too late me missed the bus
So i hop in the train, poppin them things
Shootin stupid, hittin every cop in my lane
Hip hop is my game, my job, my hustle
Had to rob and scuffle, when the projects, the god struggle
In the public, you know for thuggin crew
Little rugged dude, comin thru
Like the man in front of you, you can't do nuthin dude
Who is he？ catch me in a pair of shoes, pissy
Seen more grands than you, lizzy, when it comes to crime
Ain't nuthin, my first guns a nine
Summertime, frontin on the block, we get ones with nine
Who's wild？ new style, some say i'm too foul
Ya rap dudes is curtail, sit back and watch my loot pal
Slot time eliminatin, ya rhymes a criminatin
Shine innovatin, two dimes in rotation, mind insinuation
God, ya dudes is weak, sometimes i be losin sleep
To write that shit, that make ya move ya feet
My fuse is deep, on tape ain't confuse my speech
Lock me up, behind bars, cuz i refuse to speak
Come one, come all, if you wanna ball
All weak niggas on the floor
We can take it to the courts, guns involved, my sons involved
Can't fuck with it, if there's no ones involved
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
I squeeze heaters, take you out of here on some
I don't need ya, swiss cheese ya
Keep you runnin like cheetahs
Squeeze 16's, thru they 9 millimeters
Ram came back, short stop like two re-ups
Get money, fuck squeezers, send my dogs to get out ya
With sweepers, lil' free a sneak ya
Splash ya, put 3 strikes on ya like adidas
Ya causin blood on my sneakers
Squeeze with ease, shot sound like four speakers
Affiliated with streetsweapers
That's why they get sprayed in the night with red beamers
Get laid in broad daylight, ya fools don't want it
Click all you, run up on you
Rob pools, on they floor, jewels, gun on you
Grimy when i want to, no tellin what i'm gon do
What ya niggas wanna do？ throw shots at ya mom too
Can't beat me, call me, ya faggots disappoint me
Throwin shots at ya head, back frontin for me
Shootin for my block away, i'm blazin a ack
Ya niggas quick to but ya glock away
Ya niggas can't rock with me, ya niggas ain't stoppin me
Most bitches be clockin me
Can't bag one bitch with the other chick clockin me
I burn the enterprise, with recognitiative
We don't surrender to faggots
You got to shoot me to try to injure my status
The things you do, make a lot of these contenders the maddest
But not me i visit cabbage, make ya render the karat
This in the average of 8 shells, cape swells
On these streets peak with my tape sells
Look how we creep in eight wale
Hoes in barrettes, scheme boatin on the coast of java
Bloods loke, bust guns for dada
I'm defensive, a lineman like 'mean' joe green
Sell no dreams, hold the fort in my polo jeans
Blow cream, blow steam, i make hoes scream
In front of the stage, i watch the hoes fiend
I want the bread, fuck the law
Hustle with guns, gotta cut the raw
The devil my one, pedal touchin the four
Dudes fumble when i come, my metals bustin for war
We never settle the score, devils watchin ya door, what？
15.How It Goes
Yo, yo, yo (5x)
Yeah, yeah, la the darkman
8th wonder, top of the world, nigga
Yeah, sing sing, peach playin ass niggas
Killas, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh huh, yeah
In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes
Smoke la, pack guns, plot up in my foes
And range rovs, rockin jewels, artica folds
2000, it's still throw holes in clothes
You niggas lame, real game, recognize game
Some get hed, my dick long, i get brain
When i was broke, smoke weed on the train
Now puff in the gs4, dead float like a plane
Platinum watch and platinum chain
Four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained
Jackets get stained, shirts get stained, jewels get stained
By a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame
Tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain
Old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane
And pack the game, cock and aim, blow out ya brain
Jump in the range, back to the grain, it's wu-tang
Ain't shit change, but gettin rich, bitch to bitch
Whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits
I'm raw like no condom, fuckin a whore
On some real shit, takin ya faggots to war
Back in s.o.'s, how we smack on dress holds
At the tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles
It's 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin
My killas blood thirsty outta project housing
The body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids
My crew from bk, wild out like gotti kid
Fuck guliani bids, and consequences
I'm hoppin fences, jumped them bences
D.t.'s missin in these trenches
I wear all black, black gats
Only thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crack
My money's green, my weed's real green, my lex is green
I won't wait, on a mic or a triple beam
My heart like spike lee tell me 'do the right thing'
Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream
Pussy, i'm real, from bronxville to brownsville
Queens, to manhattan, l.i. back to staten
I murder you...
For the new millenium, i wanna be pushin a new millenium
With bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them
My bitches mad femenime, suckin dick like kim and 'em
Take 'em to the condo, constantly bended them
I'm rusty, for faggot niggas that wanna bust me
Trust me, i only run with wolves, you can't touch me
Plus me, knowledge i got, just can't explain
Street value, worth 50 pounds of cocaine
I reign like a bullet comin from john wayne
Black male, society failed to obtain
I got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chains
My wounds paint a picture, the cassette's the frame
I'm iller than one nigga tryin to rob a whole train
Look at america thru the eyes of saddam hussein
If a slut wanna fuck, me and my niggas, weren't trainin
It's 2000, but in the hood, shit's the same, nigga
Trapacanti, the streets for real
Trapacanti, trapacanti
La trapacanti
16.Gangster Theme
Gangsta niggas, what
Gangsta bitches, what
Gangsta killas, what
Gangsta niggas, what
Straight gangsta bitches
Gangsta bitches, what
Gangsta killas, what
Uh, brooklyn is where we come from, come from
U.k. known to fill 'em up with dumdums
In the car seat, uh-huh
Lil' free, that's where you get guns from, guns from
Gangsta killas, what
Gangsta niggas, what
Gangsta bitches, what
Gangsta killas, what
Gangsta niggas, what
Straight gangsta bitches, what
Gangsta killas, what
Gangsta niggas, what
Party and be more, floor with four honeys
Cars with three more, none of them hoes ugly
'preme upstairs, nuttin on hoes tummies
While you grindin ugly freaks, like seymour from mo' money
Hard as a rock, straight up and down like sea-saws
And free, pete rose, free ski whores
Straight jaw bone, fuck eatin pussy
Straight hormone jumpin when i'm beatin pussy
Suspects keep lyin bout they weed and gats
Till i catch them, change the subject like readin a map
Drug off, desperado, amaretto
Bustin berettas, up in you ghetto, alcoholic
He's so heavy like chris wallace
And try to get me off the floor with my shit brolic
Like brand new gators, yo i love my shit polish
Flip on niggas, till they demolish, abolish
Many niggas, friendly niggas turn enemy niggas
Burn plenty of niggas, don't tick me nigga
Little that you know, that shit don't offend me nigga
And if one of y'all kill me, god avenge me nigga
Off to the telly, eyes ring me up on the celly
All them niggas is fools, satisfy ya belly
Niggas keep slidin thru like ky jelly
Talkin nonsense, what you tryin tell me
Blood gotti, rollin with a red scully
Punk shotties, aimin out of red chevy's
0 tray one, trade one guns, straight blood up
Actin gigantic, till you get cut up
Guns be titanic, make ya ass buck up
Caught you real high standin, that's how you got stuck up
On the block drippin, and read the glocks hittin
All the cops wishin, i'm mad and not shittin
Fuck police, we all hold four heats
And put four d's under four seats
And on the concrete, waitin for the coroner
Fuck guliani, free slaughterin ya
Little bitch, years ago, free ignorin ya
Lil' kim bitches, free adorin ya
Where i'm from？ brooklyn, get them dum's, brooklyn
Get the ones, brooklyn, afraid of none, brooklyn
Uh, brooklyn is gun ho, u.k. shit we kick to let the
Gun blow
Nyc, gangsta killa, brownsville
Niggas that fake the killa, be foul killed
Triggas await killas, free pound peel
Niggas i hate, stealers on some we found skills
Chill holmes, three round skill
From the four-long, kick pressure, my forearm
That shit had me fallin all out my stands
Watch ya blood keep pourin all out cha man
It's a flood, blood drorrin all out cha man
Slugs in ya truck, now blood fallin out ya van
And dad it up, click just banana'd up
Might as well open the door, cuz i'm tearin it up
Shittin all in the whip, got you scared as fuck
Hopin that you won't die, like montana bro'
With scarface, all in my grill, with the hard face
Get sent on a journey to a far far place
Hahahaha
Yo freemurder man this is that gangsta shit man
This is that universal gangsta shit
You know that east coast／west coast type of shit, man
This is that real shit, that b-life shit man
We've been doin this shit for years man
You know, ever since our fathers man
You know man, the device lords, the young lords
The black spades, the ball bustas
We've been doin this shit on the east coast man
Knowhati'msayin？ keep that 5 alive, freemurder
Let them know, this is the east side, killa thrilla
Death row till we die man, word up man
Freemurder man, b-life or no life
(oh don't forget them tomahawks nigga, my pops'll kill you
Shit is real, p-stone, paroo bloods, you real like i'm real
This is for them gangstas across the world
East side homies)
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