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**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** f/ Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Raekwon]**lf****lf**Crack that pineapple open**lf****lf**Vision of break faces, gettin'' money lay in the boats**lf****lf**Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles**lf****lf**Y''all mens are psycho, Killah Hill ''ciples**lf****lf**More fly generics, money make moves, forget it**lf****lf**We got this locked since nineteen-seven**lf****lf**So many rods and weapons, ain''t no more reppin''s**lf****lf**Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that**lf****lf**Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel**lf****lf**Pop off, pull out, drop them bills**lf****lf**I run with all real killas, all for realers**lf****lf**Nikes on, awesome gorillas**lf****lf**Want more then kill ''em, front war, reveal ''em**lf****lf**I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin''**lf****lf**All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit'' us**lf****lf**We ex-dust niggas, don''t even touch my drink**lf****lf**Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke**lf****lf**Ya'' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint**lf****lf**All my niggas get paint, yo what''s my name?**lf****lf**Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Interlude: Masta Killa]**lf****lf**Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)**lf****lf**Uh! Yeah!**lf****lf**Once again in the motherfuckin'' place**lf****lf**Fix yo'' motherfuckin'' face, nigga**lf****lf**Yeah.. you know how we gets down**lf****lf**Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight**lf****lf**Lex Diamond sound, and uh.**lf****lf**I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief**lf****lf**Straight from East Medina**lf****lf**And uh.. yo.. yeah!**lf****lf**Yeah.. huh!**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Masta Killa]**lf****lf**They started jammin'' in the park, just after dark**lf****lf**Two turntables and their DJ scratchin''**lf****lf**Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin''**lf****lf**Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin''**lf****lf**Temperature risin''**lf****lf**Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin''**lf****lf**Caught him on the ''nard, bomb like a G. hard**lf****lf**Explosion rocks the Promenade, I''m God**lf****lf**And he show and provin'', ''knowledge how he movin''**lf****lf**Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state**lf****lf**I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see**lf****lf**Never fall victim, dictate the fate**lf****lf**Leave the bake for the snake**lf****lf**If he take than I take his head without question**lf****lf**In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson**lf****lf**Now uh!**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]**lf****lf**Uh! It''s the pineapple Daquiri fuckin'' up ya mindstate**lf****lf**Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin'' word**lf****lf**Yo!**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Inspectah Deck]**lf****lf**I''m from where it''s real, niggas peal ya'' orange**lf****lf**We want enough bricks that we could build apartments**lf****lf**I. General in the field of marksmen**lf****lf**The Bad Boys wit'' me ain''t Will or Martin**lf****lf**Feel what I''m droppin'', I spit the ill doctrine**lf****lf**Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin''**lf****lf**Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt**lf****lf**Spectator on the sideline lovin'' the work**lf****lf**And my team ain''t ya'' average, CREAM we handle it**lf****lf**Fiends seekin'' packages, beams and banana clips**lf****lf**Festo! If you wit'' me, let''s go!**lf****lf**The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O**lf****lf**Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved**lf****lf**We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard**lf****lf**They call the riot squad, we live and in charge**lf****lf**Y''all non-beleivers get reminded with scars**lf****lf**It''s the pineapple, Rebel I. natural**lf****lf**Fine wine hundred proof, spittin'' mine at you**lf****lf**(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf**