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Royal Fam Hard World

half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies [manly musa of zu ninjaz] Yo, my fam's royal, hot like

need your herbs I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words Well, I'm glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard, they call me

, my face, royal taste, pace myself Ace my health, great with wealth Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for self Or any man, woman or child that I call fam

B:] Now my candy, is so fresh so clean I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene In my candy, with ten coats sprayed tight And that Northside royal

a tray full of ice in em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the Cold World [Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas

B:] Now my candy, is so fresh so clean I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene In my candy, with ten coats sprayed tight And that Northside royal

need your herbs I'm gettin high every time that you speak your words Well I'm glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard they call me green

woman or child that I call fam That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues Nine o'clock

the pens where the thugs make it real hot Heat on your block hot, even your girl hot Heat in New York, Royal Fam got the world hot Heat in the projects