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Far From Finished Watch Your Back

many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your

know with all of government and Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) [Maje$ty] Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your steroes or your

from the 5th ward Lost my soul at the tender age of nine Took remorse in the feelings, my heart became blind I guns your mind, coming from Brooklyn watch your

far Repitoire full of wicked shit Lay back kick a shit All the right shit to give a nigga a hit If you let's nuthing hold you back And your limit

'burbs cause they too petro To come to the ghetto Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack Come back but watch 50, they try to lift

It's Mr. Two-Gun Un Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers You might catch in the drop blowin pop wit Santana The hawk on me's not from Atlanta

at Lensy Time to take stock and watch how far determined they should get me [Chorus: Phonte] Everybody across the world better get your hustle on Out

m saying is hip-hop comes from way back From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track Showbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch From Dallas, Tex, to

We big boys whippin' them toys (like that) We up late, runnin' from jake (like that) And still got money to make (it's like that) From now until we finish