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we the ripples in the wake...
we that earth to the equator...
we the anchor of the ship...
we the shooter in the paint..
we gon get our cash soon...
cream entertainment thats who...
we a killer team n we up in ya hood wit smashproof...
n we be breakin up the rules..
clench up.. wait.. get up ya weight
cos up state we earn money..put up ya dukes..
now.. if u rubbish our hustle..
even the public wont trust you
cos we aint hesitate homie. we put da slug to ya muscle...
let it tear in ya chest..
it aint no sweat...
leave ya starin at death.. till i mortally appear in the flesh...
them wounds got ya gapin...
security.. stop the tape...
n ima rip the flow apart.. son got no shot at escapin..
spittin proper evasive clockers gon pop for that paper...
not one to talk.. cos when i do ya life is in danger..
we the light on centre stage..
we the agression in the tame catz..
really dude just face facts.. you think you good we change dat..
do wat ya mama told ya.. (fo real) take down ya kanye poster...
call up your best of friends.. best of men you kinda close ta...
then ill spit some hot bars.. some stand while the rest are runnin...
first time it was a warnin... now this ones the second comin..