This is a song about "The broadcast"

Enter the building through the window

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

So get up off that slave ship

Got the passion for the music

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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