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(pucka)Where's my ice?No matter now livin I answer then, feel my stripesYou keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights *dying*At your grow degaSmokin on your drow FlavorSpit some pimp shitThen dip with your old neighbor (come on)And if you really, feel some type of way about itRun up in your hood, then I'll shoot my livin fuckin way about itThis Jersey Mob, Outlaw, AkwylahTo my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollarsWe in the same game, eat the pain, maintainAll the snitches wanna see us in chain gangsThe hate livin for traitors, that's all a cop thought ofWe live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*Only my lord and our crew know what happened to himHis family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh)[Smooth - Verse 2]With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my toolsIce-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckinwith that nigga?)I'm
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