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[Stove God Cooks]
Uh

[Stove God Cooks]
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shinin' on my black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, past-tеnse
Now we dance, bricks, Hеrmes alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)

[AZ]
Young, black and belligerent, back in them tenements
Backtrackin' my innocence, crack was the genesis
G-packs and Guinness's, max on the premises
All I envision is stacks when I reminisce
In the mix is mood swings, you do things
Chasin' cheddar, better lace your shoe strings
Few scheme, others hate, in other states
Your circle wrong, cases form another shape
Off the blake and set aside, look what arrived
Mobb Deep presence with my mother eyes, I come alive
Undenied, is GOAT status, the most dappest
From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic
Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead
Trav did a twelve in the Feds with my coke head

Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary
To fuck the world, you gotta switch it for missionary

[Stove God Cooks]
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shinin' on my black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, past-tense
Now we dance, bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)

[Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Made two fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah)
Hater actin', man down at the Whitney (Ah)
Pissy staircases, pissy elevators, namesakes faded
Pray that my new dope spot don't get raided
Bricks look so good, I didn't want to break it
You ain't ever spent a quarter mil' in dope money on a painting
Pacin' with the Draco
My Rollie looked out of date, I spit in your mama face
The Langerfield sofa match the Prada drapes, shoppin' ace
Chop a kid finger off, you no compensate, you know how I operate (Ah)

Told my Spanish plug meet at the mall on the way, Ándale
Started weighin' at the Days Inn
Some homies shinin', some homies blazin'
Spent seven hundred on jewels, my neck amazing
Rest in peace Chine Gun, rest in peace Bacon (Ah)

[Stove God Cooks]
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go"
Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote)
Sun shinin' on my black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in

We was all broke, past-tense
Now we dance, bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote)

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