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Trapacane Word up

Here to speak about yo

Polluted Wisdom

Yeah 2nd Chamber to all the Boos

Polluted Wisdom 2nd Chamber yo

Verse 1:

I knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer

Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina

Wore corn braids I used to hit it back in the days

Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin her pay

But that's her heritage she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow

Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow

But she robbed 50 Gs flat from a sharp

Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah's Ark

She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better

Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta

Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally

Think she handling army cause her body out in Cali

Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation

Tryin to fly down south with the CREAM from the Jamaicans

It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months

When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt

Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day

She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way

She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross

Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars

Now I fill wid King at the bar guzzling gin

Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 Benz

He like it raw when he touch skin Gina just a friend

Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in

From Shaolin..

Word up, think again

Know what I'm sayin?, word

To all the wisdom, living a fast life

Yeah, you rather see the light

Park 'n brake know what I'm sayin?

Word up, reality, word up

Yo

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