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Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up
everybody in the hood just as smoked up
so I just walk with my locs on, and get my motherfucking
set get it going on, in other words I see a fiend in the
motherfucking park, you know im serving em in the dark
but I dont cause I pack a fuvking dis 9, you know the
god damn turf is all mine sometime niggaz hall in the streets
but I dont run from the po po police
I got fiends in the back instead of the front, Im selling
20 s and dimes and even crum and motherfuckers better low
cause I gotta get it, I got a 9 motherfuckers so deal with it
and get a beat from a fiend everytime I wear a bulletproof
vest so nigga go up in it, and I dont give a fuck
if niggaz cant stand me, Im on the turf motherfucker
selling candy

[Chorus]
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause I m the dope dope man
I got candy, crack cocaine,
Hold them thangs in my hand cause I m the dope dope man


I see tweakers when I walk chase a nigga through the park,
grab my fucking 9 and keep them dope fiends in line

*Chorus til end*

The traffic at this hour is so thick
that he s afraid he might be late
Her flight arrives at seven ten
and he remembers how the lady hates to wait
And he remembers losing her
and begging her to give him time to change...

Life is my friend
Rake it up to take it in
Wrap me in your cinnamon
Especially in Michigan
...well I could be your friend

White clouds I m in
A mitten full of fisherman
C mon Huckleberry Finn
Show me...

Uhh Missy, yeah
B.I.G.
Ha ha yeah I like that
Lil Kim:
Uhhhhh it s the Q to the B to the double E, spittin lovely
And it don t stop, rocks shine through my tank top
Where your bank stop, I...

I ve been thinking, have you been thinking
Feels like I m falling, and I need to know
Have you been wishing, all the things that
I ve been wishing

Cause if it s true, baby what do we do
Cause I ve never been in love before
So hold on tight to me never let...

I figli noi dell inquietudine
di imbarazzanti perchè
noi carcerati in solitudine
cerchiamo Dio ma dov è
i figli noi dei gas di scarico
e di coltelli a serramanico
certi che questa realtà non cambierà mai

Figli di che figli di chi...