Dear sweetheart, wassup boo
Robben island imprisoned you
That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes
Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base
Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways
New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Got bitches in new york california and decatur
What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk
Residin in brooklyn and long island//
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island
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