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(Raekwon) If I ain't rockin' emeralds and Bentleys, I'm coolin' in Poughkeepsie Me, shorty, new Glock 40, and some bent weed Ridin' the married boots, take care of me, sincerely I'm Israeli, machettes is cris, swish some Baileys Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double up The rap surgeon fix the game up, crack merchant Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy GATs that come up out the ceiling with the beam on it Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her I stay king, by any means scream on it nigga Come on, let's go nigga Word up, close the door to the Aston nigga Yo, get out the, take that shit out the ash tray man (Snoop Dogg) Do you remember a real gang member? Choppin' till he timber, December to December Never stoppin', too busy poppin' off lead in the heat Clownin' ass all around him, they crown him the Dogg Father Glock hot, crock pot on the block with a chef Out of bounds on the grounds with a hole in your chest Invest in back in feedback, gorilla the west Take a whiff of me, spliff, till it fill up my chest Convertible with the Cadillac, mackin' the mack With some Roscoe's Chicken in my lap, imagine that I'm groovin' down Sunset Boulevard No harm, no foul, no body guard Yo, stop right there man You don't know what you're doin' man Chill, chill, let them handle

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