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    f/ Shades of Brooklyn

    [Wild Son talking]
    Yea yea
    Wild Son, Wilson Ave
    Shades of Brooklyn motherfuckers
    Beatminerz, check this shit out here
    Check it..

    [Wild Son]
    Columbus thought the earth was flat
    I copped the map, to navigate on track
    Reprocussions don't buy Black - false allegations
    I rush through nations like some Haitians
    Since my incubation I been destined for this paper
    Timbs scraper, fly shape up, got my weight up
    Laugh at haters, smack 'em now, kill 'em later
    Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures
    You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips
    Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips
    Cock back the four-fifths then continue to spit {*two gunshots*
    Blow ya neck off, ya specs lost, respect black to the boss
    Get those hands chopped off, for thinkin I'm soft
    I'm quite well of course - many feet with this rhyme technique
    Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga
    Word life motherfucker
    Wilson Ave, handcock, Wild Son motherfuckers

    [Wilson Ave]
    Now you know what type of shit I'm on
    I feed on the broke, the poor, and the weak-n-sore
    I defeated all these tribes and the gangs
    I'm that number one killa, DRAMA!

    [Wild Son]
    Y'all niggas can't fuck with this
    Black mongol slave, Pastor Gray,
    low c's and no feds, it's time to get paid
    Hold the hand grenade with the pin in my mouth - issued army
    So when you come to get me kill off everybody
    Escaped from a trapped room, my hood is Beirut
    The buds recruit, while all the guards, crackers was true
    Good health and wealth, for cheddar cheese as green as dough melt
    Some cried some died from the pain that's felt
    Why fight? Why fuss? That's what the want from us
    But if it's love that's lost, then there's no more trust
    With that fake love, that cause to get your brain straight plugged
    Gun held snubbed, seen your fams and gave 'em a hug
    Did I see you? Nah, I wouldn't wanna be 'em
    Sort as wounds treat 'em - deep in foundation
    Best believe that's how I leave 'em

    [Wilson Ave]
    Ain't no cure for this - what I suffer from is mentally
    I got drama with one, drama with these hoes
    Shit I even got drama with this finger
    And I'ma damn sure die with it, forever havin drama
    Since birth I've seen it everywhere
    New York, Houston, St. Louis, even Kansas City
    What cha'll know about that

    [Wild Son]
    Competition, there is none, fuck with Black and get done
    Pack guns, gat-lers, rockin all the latest fashions
    You gotta love me, for being young, black, and hungry
    Considered ugly, but since this money wanted to plug me
    I keep it humble, speak to myself so call me Mumbles
    Move some Buddu's, until the deez rush through
    Or maybe touch you, cats wanted two from the crew
    This shit is tense, you out the fence, you even lost one shoe
    Ran a marathon even though the cops ass won
    Shit was on, rapper we get it be gone
    Meet you at the stash crib, twelve blocks from where you live
    Don't say shit, even turn your wife and your kids
    Daddy's on the run now, all alone with low reprise
    No cries now, the way a real nigga gets down
    Facin death, stealin somebody's life's called theft
    Black know's best, this even go's for the opposite sex
    No regrets, I did what I did, ah from the whip
    Kids think sick, pack big shit, extended clips
    Motherfuckers, yea yea
    Get it all, bring it on what

    [Wilson Ave]
    There's three types of drama
    One that gives drama, one that recieves drama
    And one that watches drama
    Sometimes the outcome you wouldn't believe
    Don't sit there and front like you never felt it
    Maybe just that the wrong nigga sent it
    So when you find yourself afraid, frightened
    Fearin for your life, pray I'm not after you

    [Wild Son]
    Motherfucker, Shades of Brooklyn
    Ya get caught, get'cha motherfuckin life tooken
    Bitch ass niggas, Wild Son, Wilson Ave
    You handcock homo, we hand water and rocks nigga
    Sharper Side on the beats, ya heard
    Serious up in here..

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