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...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

I Don't Respect Killers, I Respect O.g. Knowledge, Codes Of The Streets Got New Rules, But No Guidance. Lessons, Detrimental To A Young Disciple; Folks, Take Care Of Your Brothers, Niggas Do As I Do. Keep Your Enemies Close, Where They Can See You. It's Not Your Enemy Who Get You, It's Always Your Own People.

Africa Has Been Going Through So Much For So Many Years; It's Time That It Stands Up The Way Other Nations Are Standing Up.

It's Foul What This Money Could Do, Cash Corrupts The Loyal.

And The Stuff That I Write, Is Even Tougher Than Dykes.