(if i were a thug in harmony this would be my verse)

Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks

AWWWWWWWW ****

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So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree

Makin’ sure the ****s don’t see me

Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed ‘em

Police on my draws, I had to pause

And yeah, it’s still mutha**** ‘em

Now my game is tight, tight as **** is my game

Easy mother****ing E or Eric Wright it’s all the same

Now fine upstanding member of societys might trip on how I stacks my grip

I gotta have it ****

For the love of this ****

****!!