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(feat. Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his & Stat Quo) |
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Shady |
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Old mix |
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Back nigga |
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Second rounds on me |
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Kuniva |
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Cashis |
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Stat quo |
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Bobby Creekwater |
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Obie Trice |
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What |
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Niggas didn't kill me |
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Now a niggas gon' get |
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Peel my cap back |
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I'm never at home |
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I'm somewhere |
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With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue |
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Sippin on some Don perion |
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While she's sippin up them newborns |
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Yeah bet you hate the news holmes |
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You probably somewhere |
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Sittin' on the stoop huh |
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Sippin' on the brew |
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Plottin' to pop me later huh |
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When will a hater learn |
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I'm too great on a song |
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I push weight on the corner |
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Send weight to the coroner |
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When courage make em turn performer |
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I transform into Uma Thurman |
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A dude's virgin |
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Verses lettin' superfulious |
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With no purpose nigga |
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Continue to walk this earth's surface |
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I was birthed for hip-hop |
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Branch out my services |
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Ya try to murder this nigga |
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That's comin' from the same turf as yas |
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What nerves have yas |
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Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit |
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I'm gettin' rich |
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I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's |
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Dig? |
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With a bitch |
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You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big |
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On another rapper's dick |
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Go on represent where you live |
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Know you annoyed |
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But don't make the mistake |
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I'm state to state in that Honda nigga |
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Not an accord |
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I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford |
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And yup it's probably ease when a nigga is on board |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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Nigga cry now |
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I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me |
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I'll lay his ass out |
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And park a grand dam on him |
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The city where the weak survive |
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And the strong die |
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Where beef collides |
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Shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy |
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I done seen the worst of the worst |
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And what can be worse |
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Than a verse about bullets |
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Dispersed up in your shirt |
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The streets is like a curse |
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Niggas frontin' for a bitch |
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It's like you beggin' to die |
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Like bear huntin' with a switch |
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A part of my heart is gone |
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I could never smile the same |
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Trigger finger is itchy |
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It'll take awhile to tame |
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Detroit is hella dirty |
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But the dozen can fix it |
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Resist and the biscut will exceed the distance |
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And bounce off one's home |
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Hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone |
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Right to where you niggas lay |
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Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away |
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Yall shed tears |
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But yall can get your feel of it today |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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Nigga cry now |
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Obie they gotta **** with us this time nigga |
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Bobby Creek |
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Nigga |
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Laugh now |
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Cry never |
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My bereta is a body part |
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Hit him with just enough shots |
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To make his body hard |
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Now I feel like we even |
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See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas |
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Diseasin' |
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Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose |
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I'm leavin' |
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Load up a clip |
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And make it dark on them heroes cheesin' |
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Shit they got snitches on the clock |
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Gotta watch what I'm sayin' |
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Me buy a bitch a couple rocks |
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And the watch quit playin' |
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Back on my greasy |
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My neezy |
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Nobody bread whippin |
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And for them ****in' spectators |
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I brought the band with me |
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Halftime niggas |
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And grab pine |
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You will never grab mine nigga |
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The dolli's was lyin' |
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When he said you was gon' be fine nigga |
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CASHIS! |
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Witness art of war |
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In the phyical |
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Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical |
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And no words from cash mouth is fixin' |
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Ready with dope clips |
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I'm ever dissin' |
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My aura of war is raw to the core |
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The surface of the street |
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When I walk through the door |
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My purpose is to move up |
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Pull tools |
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You perpin' |
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Watch me overthrow the government |
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In my turban |
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Plot up and line up |
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Solo mia |
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Prayin' to proof |
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I'm searchin for Jerry Garcia |
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Talk to my brother |
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Gone in the streets of the D |
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I'm talkin' to K |
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And hopin' niggas waitin on me |
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Take the first shot then |
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The second rounds on me |
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And when the wars on the other side |
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Me and my brother ride |
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I don't rap for the plaques |
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My contracts signed just for scraps |
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To get you wack nigga |
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With a gun with a ? with a bat |
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Take a slug through the lung |
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Get you right what you rappin' nigga |
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I'm born crazy raised in more fame |
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It's the clappin' down bang |
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It's for entertainment |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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Nigga cry now |
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Young stack he the gat |
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On tuck |
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Want war |
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I don't give a **** |
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Shot till you kiss |
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And pucker up |
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It'll lift em up |
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Believe me you'll flow |
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Duracell is your family heart broke |
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Lookin' like an artichoke |
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Vegetable |
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Ho's stiff |
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Nigga paralyzed from the neck down |
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My goon stick niggas |
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Turn soldiers to stick figures |
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Hand on triggers |
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Real life born killers |
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We roll out like four wheelers |
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God sent us |
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From backstabbers and gold diggers |
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Tipsy off brown liquor |
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Watch me |
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Obnoxious |
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Broad call me cocky |
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Poppin' long dick |
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Stabbed it out the box like hockey |
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Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey |
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From the benz to the range to the black joloppy |
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I'm the shit |
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The only one who ain't heard is Foxy |
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Formalize a plan |
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No man can stop me |
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Ball all |
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Stat quo |
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Understand |
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Ya copy? |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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I know |
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Cry now |
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Nigga cry now |
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[Eminem:] |
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It's the re-up! |
