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now slide as I get caught up in the city lights and I thank they want to take my stripes a but they can't um da prototype you in the streets you got some strips it's never salitafied pressure applied somebody lie somebody died what is the code. nobody seems to know I had ta leave alot behind they didn't didn't want to grow I'm up they down they mad they frown my flava my flow my style my sound we on you not you cold we hot i know you wanna plot we headed to the top ready ta chop chop swap like a chop shop I know they say they name king they are not not it's summer time I take the top off of the old school I never trust my enemy that is a Old rule go and get ya people my nigga ya pose too and some of ya people Gon be ya foe too the money the cars the clothes that is old news the money gone come cause nigga um a real jew p