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U.S.A. (Aiight Then)

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB

And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing

For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight

For young lords livin' like old time kings

And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things

Just a lil' something for ya block to sing

Can you relate?, Do you feel me?

Aiight thenMind like the Dutch, flow wit her backwards

Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker rapture

Fracture, cry now laugh later

We assist and compute data

On ya IBM, dime bitches I be eyein them

Shoot me down a hundred times

Still come up wit new rhymes

Rec execs don't like me

Come up with new rhymes

See you want it and you give a push for all mankindEh yo this ones for all my MOBB

And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing

For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight

For young lords livin' like old time kings

And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things

Just a lil' something for ya block to sing

Can you relate?, Do you feel me?

Aiight thenMike Tyson style, animal duns, we live wild

Too many ways to die, we alive for now

We cross borders, take the guns along with us

Defend infamous to the fullest

Protect my duns that came with me

They move with me, its risky

For you to try to approach the God shiftily

We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest

Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches

While you bearin' witness

We handlin' ya chick business

Thuggin' out druggin' out ya know the dealin'sPicture you dead and in the raw

Flippin' to not ready for what you and

Moms already missin' you

Old fool from the old school

You thirty six

I been doin' this since niggas sellin' nicks

Gettin' head from tricks, takin' shorts for kicks

Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at

If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that

Smack em with the gat, what react that?Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB

And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing

For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight

For young lords livin' like old time kings

And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things

Just a lil' something for ya block to sing

Can you relate?, Do you feel me?

Aiight thenAnd to my fifth ward clique

How you like this?

And to my dirty south thugs

How you like this?

And to my westside niggas

Yes you like this

And to my chi town gangstas keep thuggin' itConnect the dots, merge with many a block

My porto rock representatives blow plenty of shots

Its love sincerely, even my heart

For those that relate to this here song

Thug of the age yo

Have you noddin' off like good dope

And if the good then go regardless

Finish it when you want to start shit

Turn the body into carcass

Handle mines regardless, had goddessEh yo this ones for all my MOBB

And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing

For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight

For young lords livin' like old time kings

And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things

Just a lil' something for ya block to sing

Can you relate?, Do you feel me?

Aiight thenAnd for my mid west terrorists rock this

'N' for my New Orleans team they cant stop us

And to my little rock clique y'all is heartless

This for my bean town dogs in the life is

From Seattle to ping houses

Unified States of America lets get it right shit

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