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NYC

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NYC

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[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]

Peace to Queens, New York City

They wildin, Shaolin, New York City

And crooks in, Brooklyn, New York City

And problems, Harlem, New York City

Representin the Bronx, New York City

Representin the Bronx, New York City

[Darkim Be Allah]

My clan melt it, the last man killed it

White collar money, get piltered

Street corner, fourty's get tilted

Yo, spark that, when I speak math, don't remark back

and start that shit, 'Pac you got heart infinite

I hit like nine millimeter, so the Adidas

Put fear God, in none believers

It's jumped off, let your head down

Take your Pumps off, niggas get it started

To the lock-down and the party

To all of my niggas, fame blown, came home touchin case

Thugs on the block, duckin strays

Purple haze highed up, right up

Jumped out the wood, hoes look sharp

Niggas get shook, hearts took, crooks

Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile

Money in the fame, for the meanwhile

Style like Priest and Tommy, The east coast and 'nomic

You want that uncut, fuck with Donnie

I'm priceless, separate the men from the mices

Name of the game on my dices

See me bowlin, we got to know when to roll 'em

And when to hold 'em, when to walk, when to do the Jesse Owens

Donnie Banks, count what I'm holdin at the table

These niggas bust shots in your name brand

Holes through your label, snatch all the ice off your cable

[Chorus]

[Darkim Be Allah]

Before I murk out, pull a bird out

Blew his shirt out, put the heard out, do my work-out

Just in case I'm in a place, no shells to replace

I still spark flame, knuckle game to the face

and haste, I leave him with his out-line traced up

Do his ace up, laced up from the waist up

The bound took my bass up, adjustin the treble

Boom with my volume on the highest level

The devil can't stop me, brawl like Rocky

Strained like they drinked cocaine out of poppi

You look sloppy, tryin to fuck with the all 'n' all

You can't copy, better duck nigga

All of y'all'll call for help

I'ma go out for 'self, if it get too thick

the whole click get felt, never knealt

Never lost my belt, cuz I'm lethal

You ain't my equal, talk to your people

[Chorus 2X]

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