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Code Red

Was A Be
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36 crazy fists, Baby Chris Kept a tray eighty, slip down near his ass split Quick to spit, maybe hit Anybody on the block by, he talk fly Hawkeye, chalk lie on blocks, nobody's drop Like hopscotch, boxes being drawn by cops Maybe Chris, iller dealer will splat the skully box Big head and his little seed Yaqub, terrible So black he was blue, knew, when he grew That he would study math, and learn to draw devil And speak three toga, learn sheik yoga Think with the force of Yoda 70 percent satisfied, 30 percent dissatisfied So they fraternized and scatter lies And build a brotherhood, with black hoods We stack goods, livin' in backwards Rollin' weed up in back woods