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Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves Somebody been selling them dreams again Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to leave the den of thieves And hooligans ready to fettuccine the noodles of any cook looking new to the kitchen Cooking up wishes and powder, lour the pan and the cake will bake even better The cheddar stay in the refrigerator to keep it fresh until it's on Every day is preparation for Armageddon A holocaust, any cost, you want to get on one or on two Get three stacks and bring it back to the fortress Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin' Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but he's goin', wouldn't you? If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' through sweepin' And nobody got a problem sweepin' over you Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get over, get past it or suck a dick Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning back So quit back spinning and get a gat Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where they at Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and probably eating the map Verses versus the hearses, Versace versus the nerves and the pain Slang, it seems to be a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't They the same folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint or the block after the rain Fucker, prepare for the storm Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm, the spoken word is weak Scream motherfucker, dreams are cheap You ain't even even gotta sleep, don't sleep, it's Clipping bitch