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Gambino..
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P..
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Nuttin but that MOB
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Nuttin but Hard shit

"Infamous it on ya forehead baby,
be acting like shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 bout to get
I'm in the everyday Dunn i run this city
Smokin' that icky Dunn i cant my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam it Poppin Dunn they did it again
While kick true shootouts with black mac's
ask the way, niggas know i did that
pump all night rockin a ski mask
We last longer than all these heads
Take leds shake feds that like to bread
Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My nigga in
Ya Looking for Twin I Got Tons of
in The Streets Everyday yall niggas to lay Low

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats,
out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

It's My To Shine
I Like a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

I been threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The world

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a
My Style like a Box
Box Masta

P a Bullshit
I Run the comb through the and find my target,
..Comb the Hood.
Find his apartment, Infamous
You food in the forest, nigga MOB shit..
Here's a Riddle take him to the
Whats Black the White Sheet and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just Dead Soldier
I Been the world, but America is Colder..
Much Fowl, Much More Wild
The Chopper gone Chop, The Go Pow
This ain't no 80's Shit is Right Now
I transcend This is Two Thousand Twelve
Ya Need a Hard smack in the Back a ya
This Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's nothing we can do cept the word
And then one day we can all the world..

Gambino &
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
& Havoc
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.
& Bravo
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
On the and West Coast
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to threats, tec's]
Pull out and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

My Turn To Shine
I Like a Razor
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Masta

I been through threats,
Pull out and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I sparkle a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Cutta