The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters
I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters
Dont blame me i had wack mc syndrome wanna blast mcs n then some
If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from
Wit my kin that i came in wit
Dont back off, come on and get bit
You dont owe me, now here we go go, go
Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though
Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
The world looking out, they on the front row
You dont owe me, now here we go go, go
Your the wack one, cant take it all back
This is why her nigga mad
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