Smoke DZA, Dave East - 96 Knicks lyrics

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Iceberg fit
I'm fittest to win a photographer's Achilles
The illest to live in your lens
Sixteens filled 'em with gems
Big heart give a limb to my friends
Give a life to my kids
Look at my daughter's eyes twice, I'mma live
For her, I just melt like ice in the fridge
In this triflin' biz, I'mma protect mines
Make sure the rifle is hid
In case you roll a dice in this bitch
It's my house
Rap niggas bitches really don't make me
Go ike in the crib
My life full of highlights you
Would lie to relive 96 crystal
No cups, me and homie pass the bottle back
And forth like kiss styles
Retro New Yorker, attitude Chris Childs
And Kobe at the garden
7 series play, just flipped me a foreign
Broke business boy you talkin for it
Big wire transfer it hit in the morning

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I bought a Filippe just to Patek it
We livin' reckless
Powder all over the table bitches
Is baggin' up naked
That's your strip, why you neglect it
Glock, I'd rather tech it
Mortal Kombat but I still got
The same attitude as Tekken
Blood clot, me and my youth
Jamaican food on top the dresser
Military rifles, 80 shots in it
Designer weapons
Gloves on so ain't no fresh prince
I am legend
You confusing all your folks with
Your views you Kanye West'in
Retro New Yorker, my attitude Bernard King
Might spend the night in Flatbush
With my yard ting i'm dirty but my car clean
DZA, this shit give me Wu vibes, you know
Chef RZA you god, Ghostface Killa
Liquid Swords, GZA
Phone tapped, please, don't pick up
Peanut butter guts
Exterior as white as the coke you
Sellin' they on to us
Syringes left me spooked
I never liked needles
Favorite movie Poltergeist, I like evil
I hope they make the right sequel
Life style wild the way we livin'
Might make your wife leave you
Your number cheap but here take my number
I might need you
I'm sick, I'm addicted to dead white people
Watch your body, nobody playin fair
Don't let life cheat you

Uh, 96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals
Switch crowds 96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals
Switch crowds