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von RATKING

21st century pay phone user
It′s kinda nice, nice when I'm tryna′ lose ya
But when I'm tryna' chill all these pay phones been abused up
That one don′t work, that one pissed on, that one shitted on
That one has some extra vodka that I′m sippin' on
Quarter hoarder quarters gripped in my palm
Just so when I′m ready I can slip it upon the coin slot
New york native ain't rocking no loin cloth
[?] Fingers frozen cold oh
No forgot I was holding the phone
Now I gotta think up numbers come on throw me a bone
I wonder how their ′94 lenox has been
Hello, hello?
Yo HAK what's good on the block
What it is?
Whys this number blocked who is this?
It′s just Wik on 96th what's the ish?
Wish I had a chick on my dick to be specific
A thick spic lick quick
My mental ways are sick


Absorb into a porno flick
Give me satisfaction
Since I get no action
I guess I'm just another kid caught up in the faction of whacking
It′s true I do more jacking than macking
And I do more eyeing than trying but...
Wik you small but you ′93 I'm ′94
Let's explore your cerebral cortex wall
Aw flatter me you had to be
Got the black a half for you puerto rican half for me naturally
Even when you mad at me end up giving daps to me
This fucking herb bagging bitches casually
Thought at 17 that should be me
What I′m supposed to have a social status on a social ladder
Keep climbing I'm a keep rhyming
Wait, micks rising
She′s dick riding
Pigs snipe
Mix sirens hit hydrants
Let it off
Shits flying hit the fan
That really happen?
Nah, but you get me fam?
Over reactive matter of fact
Over attracted to every ho that pass with an overgrown assets
And an [?] accent
Never slow
If only I could remember this bitch when I'm grown
And if I could remember this bitch as I get older
Spit cold as if I had a chip on my shoulder
I got a tangled heart and twisted leg
Bally bully 3rd finger slinger
I'd walk every step back till dawn
Rock my palms and say what up to my mom
So we can kick some thoughts, We can get along
Bang our feet, Sing a sticky summer song
Why′d I have to deck him thought he was my best friend
Now you lost [?] is looney
No rest for the wicked, My mind tryna do me
Life is like a movie really screw me
Figuring out how you be while I do me
Lenox so you getting kinda looney out of line
Throw another quarter yo we slippin on the time
Got you, got you
I′m about to drop two
Quarters in the slot do it
For my man HAKaluge
HAK is rude
Chillin' with my mans Wiki One Eyebrow
Chillin′ with HAK with the bomb ass style
See we both keep it raw Keep it hard
When we speak
Where should we meet?
96th street last car on the 3
Peace
Peace peace