the rhyme king
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i got only built 4 cuban linx
yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head nikkaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City nikkaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we ain't the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fukk was on yo mind?
raekwon is better lyricist then jay-Z to me.
yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head nikkaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City nikkaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we ain't the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fukk was on yo mind?
raekwon is better lyricist then jay-Z to me.
