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Harlem World Pointing Fingers

we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers

plus we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers

Castle points you too You're black takes on C4 Then white could C4 I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power Like the ashy hand, he should

in every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother men, this is what you've

plus we got temp plates Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers

? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger

? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger

in every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother men, this is what you've