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    See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil..
    If you don't bring that shit around you
    You ain't got nuttin to worry about
    Yeah
    Nah-sayin?

    Yo, yo yo yo
    Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin
    She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan
    Ki's of dope, lovin cats that ski in her throat
    She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
    Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old
    She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
    Madison Ave, shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit
    *She hoppin on dicks, ridin Pony's who trick
    At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
    After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewelry
    Her bodyguard screwin me, I gave her my mac
    Ain't nothin new to me, blowin backs out, six-pack Stout's
    Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg
    Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads
    She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
    A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy
    She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck
    She knew about, cats from way back, we smoked a haystack
    She never cough once, blunts was her hobby
    She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me
    I jetted though, sometimes you never know
    He snorted all her work, now she need me to do her dirty work

    It's a small world
    Nigga you reap what you sow
    What goes around, comes around
    If you sleep you don't know
    A very small world
    where beef could never end
    At the time you least expect it
    I'ma see you again
    It's a small world
    You get away with it now
    Soon enough it catches up to you
    Someway, somehow
    Yo it's a small world
    Watch what you do..

    Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home
    from Attica known, for keepin chrome calibers
    Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it
    Five years plannin to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks
    Had a girl in Westside Queens, thought he was low
    Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O.
    Started robbin niggaz til he caught a whole kilo
    He had a bunch of starvin niggaz he owe, he never paid though
    Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard"
    Layin with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he told her
    Played the block, holdin crack inside the baby stroller
    Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over
    A year went past, Snook would floss and flash
    His old man had crossed his ass, for the laws of this fast cash

    It's a small world
    Nigga reap what you sow
    What goes around, comes around
    If you sleep you don't know
    A very small world
    where beef could never end
    At the time you least expect it
    I'ma see you again nigga
    It's a small world, no doubt
    You get away with it now
    Soon enough it catches up to you
    Someway, somehow
    It's a small world
    Watch what you do..

    I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
    we let the slugs fly, into your brain, through your skull
    Another thug died, picture your soul, into that infinite
    black hole, where many souls go cause of a fo'-fo' blast
    Snook was one of em, so many more
    Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up, yeah let that Henny pour
    Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich
    Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God
    Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job
    He was close to her, ever since she took him inside
    When his moms died, dope fiend, OD'd, eighty-five
    He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive
    He was live - do niggaz even know the things that he tried
    Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-lice died
    He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God
    He starin at me hard
    Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em
    I'm reachin for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on
    At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racin
    out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip
    Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I play
    It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies
    but can't figure out who's who, keep it true
    Shit is cool now, put the tools down.. Never
    Cause everyday it's on, livin this life, out for this cheddar

    It's a small world
    Nigga you reap what you sow
    What goes around, comes around
    If you sleep you won't know
    A very small world
    where beef, never ends
    At the time you least expect it
    I'ma see you again
    It's a small world
    You get away with it now
    Soon enough it catches up to you
    Someway, somehow
    It's a small world

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