For real, for real...
  yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land...
  
  Verse 1: (Cappadonna)
  
  I'm goin' all out, I love trout
  Black is what I be about
  95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
  peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
  tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
  truck with jewels, forget babylon rules
  I'm crusin' with the angels
  goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that
  graduation hats, bigger stacks
  ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream
  I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers
  I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice
  provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic
  hold ya'll like the Atlantic
  Pillage at your service
  clubs start to get nervous
  loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips
  packed with the info, join the revolution
  slang prostitution, even if you boostin'
  play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side
  my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired
  a Baby that never cried, a family that never died
  I see everything from the outside.
  
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  O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through
  watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too
  'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this
  live this, thats how we conduct big business
  O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga
  when we come through, might have to jump on you
  'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this
  give this, thats how we conduct big business.
  
  Verse 2: (Shyhiem)
  
  I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty
  Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty
  shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about
  ya'll niggas is pussy, thats why ya'll get atein' out
  niggas hate me now 'cause I be so jig my A.K.A. oughta be Shawn Carter
  my heart bigger than my ego, eho
  I put my heart on the line and hit both free throws
  yeah, build with a parole hole
  guzzle the old Gold with no bag, on the bliddock
  holdin' the gliddock, you can't fuck with this shit ock
  locks it down like JT from the mothafuckin' liddot
  S is for my Sons, H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one
  A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns
  B is for the blood, bandanas, and the bidd-uns
  C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon
  we a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike
  I roll with niggas that stay in jail like Iron Mike
  I get hype, and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit.
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3: (Cappadonna)
  
  God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling
  felt like the Angels were fallin'
  but with this God given mic I restored the faith
  my love for the prophets keeps me safe
  see, I don't have to worry 'cause I know God is great
  if it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates
  no Bill Clinton, no United States
  peep it, explore my mind like a secret
  if the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it
  so I give thanks and praise to the almighty
  the spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly
  Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me
  I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate
  all-time Cappacino the great
  a role model like Treach and Pepa
  Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett
  the way I think it, my songs speak to you
  you better stay focused and the beast won't eat you.
  
  Chorus