And have a blast, ayo

It be that Queens kid with the
Face of Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart
I play the part, smoke the white shark
My mind sharp like a
Shape up from Dominican's
There's no confession
When I'm sinning fucking cinnamon women
Rocking double colour linen
From the beginning
I see a lot of youth's pretending
Better watch who you be befriending
My shit's profound
I shoot the pistol with the whistle sound
And catch the shell before it hit the ground
Then peel off just like the
Skin of the pepper
Or the jacket that I'm rocking
Cause I'm twisted in leather
Don't get it twisted, keep the biscuit's hot
Chickens and cheddar
Getting fly just like the
Shit with the feathers
You could be laying face down
If you so choose
I leave you covered in the blanket, man
You old news
I'm from the place where kids'll shank
You for some cold shoes
Half out the pocket with the
Hanky on the boat cruise, it's me

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Writer(s): ALAN MAMAN, CO-WRITER UNKNOWN