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Check it out now..
I got you stuck off da realness,
We be da infamous,
Ya heard of us,
Official Queens Bridge murderas,
Da Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware,
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share,
For all those, who wanna profile and pose,
Rock you in ya face stab ya brain wit ya nose bone,
You all alone in these streets cousin,
Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin,
and keep them shook crews runnin,
Like they sposed to,
They come around but they neva come close to,
I can see it inside ya face, ya in da wrong place,
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up,
wit bullet holes and such,
Speak the wrong words to man and you will get touched,
You could put ya whole army against my team,
I garuntee you it'll be ya very last time breathin,
Ya simple words just dont move me,
Your minor we major,
your all up in the game and dont deserve to be a playa.
Dont make me have to call ya name out,
Your crew is featherweight,
My gunshots 'll make you levitate,
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold,
another nigga deceased another story is told,
it aint nuthin really,
hey yo dunn spark the philly,
SO i can get my mind of these yellow back niggas,
why they still alive, I dont know go figah,
meanwhile back in queens the realness the foundation,
if I die I couldnt choose a betta location,
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burnin sensation,
gettin closer to god in a tight situation,
take these words home and think it through,
The next ryme I write might be about you,
Son they shook, cuz aint no such things as half way crooks.......
just a shook one...
 
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