This is a song about "Perfect harmony"

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Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Seem to be in perfect unison

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I said practice makes perfect

Always make shit perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Dont judge me till your perfect

Hold my tears i tried my best

I could tell you your perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend