No question, I would speed for cracks and weed Who was a fiend, started smokin’ woolies at 16Īnd runnin’ up in gates and doin’ hits for high stakes Rollin’ with this one and that one, pullin’ out gats for fun Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old manĪ young youth, yo, rockin’ the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
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