Gusto

Yeah A we gone do this up son

Yo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as Parkside

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My whole team is out for the gusto

Internally blood drip through ya body slow

We on the go but yo time is still limited

Unlimited type style and we be rippin shit

My whole team is out for the gusto

Internally blood drip through ya body slow

We on the go but yo time is still limited

Unlimited type style

[A+:]

Welcome to the psg I represent

The littlest in the crew but first one to get up in em

I straight up skin em like wolves

I wish you would have been

Fakin jack and get ya whole hood hit

But it's all good

We do the things y'all wish y'all could

And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood

So knock on it

Go head you want it

Nobody want it

You turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornet

While y'all was droppin I was underground shadowboxin

Layin low puttin final touches on the flow

So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough

Got niggaz breakin camp like Dre from Death Row

From the streets to the jail, I represent well

Touch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third rail

Scale to tip in my favor, the livest save

Grade up in the you. S. Now let's get this paper

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[Prodigy:]

I'm yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fire

Another day another scar to acquire

Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm

Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm

Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die

But it ain't my turn to say goodbye

How do I know? Some people call it instincts

I like to call it my luck who gives a fuck

I'm stuck, in this environment can't depart from it

And if I try I always end up back where I started

Plan A square one there's no escapin

So I pun and realize my too

I'm tryin to live a full life before my time is through

Clock's tickin, so I don't got no time for you

As I head outside amongst the rest of the animals

Where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it

(To all my kiko's)

It's sort of like a family brawl

We gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincible

Swarm of kids, now it's on again

Drinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chin

For the crippled children you can't win

Against 25 niggaz bent up with mac-10's