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re trapped, but spiritually we can all be free My adrenalin was stuck within' the MUD with Chester P Energisin' energy creatin' electricity Skunga Brightsparks, Skinny Man aka Skunga P Big respects to the MUD

probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck me Nigga better have me cash or I kill his whole family When the

a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them survive the rising of the tide Drown in they own blood Like pigs in the mud Insert

It's war in the streets Gangbangin and wearin east (say what) Now the city that never sleeps will never see peace I've had enough of still killin each other

the tendency to intimidate But it isn't your invitation to imitate In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle But on the other side

kno what it is to somethin fail titanicly built a castle an watched it collapse in front of me, my daughter she survived tha tragedy the aftermath an my attempt at a family

nigga Hold up wait a minute and All my thugs get gangsta with it Get what? Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound with Roc La Familia

gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other

others, lit a blunt, begin I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind Niggas is wild, niggas is eat Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud Mud is part