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ONE OF BIG PUN'S MOST CLASSIC RAP'S
R.I.P
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness
in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet
it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was
Official
thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein the judge for drug possession
The four-D's,
all these is more reas'
to either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We
probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf
I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze
Don't try to
breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
My tech'll
roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
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