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I'm Known

Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix

My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since '96

Since he blew trial for them 3 attempts

Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tenseChill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not

If I'm holdin' it what kind of steel I got

False alarms, tattoos all across my arms

Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my momsCheck that, taking this paper you can bet that

No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax

Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'

Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'Headline niggas, Fed time niggas

Crime niggas street worth 9 figuresIt's a war now, hard to the core for sure now

Raw style, four fours to your door now

Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'

Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face inPlans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden

Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen

Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff

Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you fagots getOut of thirty men, know twenty that's worthy men

Ten is friends, the other ten'd probably turn me in

Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat

Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' backTime tickin', young shorty mind flippin'

Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian

Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'

Snakes, that's why I hand shake and keep movin'World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist

But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish

Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86

That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitchRough life, stab wounds, cuts, and bites

Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics

Borciase, my words spreads across tribes

Who live? Made for the system up in your ride

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