Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
We bundys you al but i'm teddy
Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day
Amin, inshallah i'll find a way
Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,
So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,
Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
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