Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit
Hopin' that my niggas see
Thoughts of immortality
Out of this coviction of feelings
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Say a grown man can separate lust from love
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Always knew where the pot was
Cause america the terror of,
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
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