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Moscow, what up
And yo, Annie up
Ha ha, f*ck
I hear you, what up
And yo, Annie up
I'm worldwide with the hammertuck
Sippin' on your grandmammy's blood about the stanley cup
They ain't two luck
Twelve trying to bury us for railroad
Said hell, that's fair enough
Fair enough
They got a job, I got a job too
Jackboys trying to rob, b*tch, I'll rob you
To all crews, leave you hanging from a long noose
Knocking obtuse, getting gobbled by the mongoose in
Moscow, in the belly of the crocodile
I'm in style, there's no eyes in my domicile