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the pad and the pen yous a mark i flow with the sharks you deal with them barks i fuck with them biters pulling allnighters meadowlark drivers we be the riders pulling them teeth with rusty ass plyers running the streets we stay do or diers plannin to speak best speak right or violence comes to your sector all in your section my lyrical weapon i stick em with venom attack and go in em see how i did em i do it for fun homie dont tempt me do it for those descendents who sent me wanna see bars i got good and plenty wanna see stars my ghetto has many campo roadsters sd s finest your stilo aint cold as mine is keep it crisp and light as wine is fuck your shit my boy this pimpin all up in your bitches vision now she makin split decisions why they leave me so dam cursed born and bred to live and worship on your mind is all the bullshit fix your face your eyes look toxic all the hate and fucken gossip keeps me shinin keeps me flawless to you bitches raise up off this.