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They say the tongue is the perfect weapon |
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All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection |
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I knew these three *******s for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression |
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Time and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan ************t |
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I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul |
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Before I had a clue what Joe was like |
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I used to cop clues just to hear what Joe would write |
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Mowi? Used to tell me, me and Crooked sounded so alike |
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An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi |
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Pleasure to meet you brother |
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Seven years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover |
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We saw the world together |
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Back of that bus ******g girls together |
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Got home and broke up with our girls together |
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Homie this is special |
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Y'all rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special |
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Cause none of 'em jam ya' |
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Summer jam was cool but we hung in Japan |
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I don't think y'all *******s truly understand |
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I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man |
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Get drunk and pop ************t about running the can |
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Damn a whole lot to look forward to |
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Papi I was going through |
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What any other thorough ******* in my hood was going through |
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The G code I know it's true |
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You throw at every one of them *******s before they throw at you |
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Back then I thought that made me real |
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Listening to myself now that ************t just gave me chills man |
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Cause I'd've missed this bus |
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I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us ************it' |
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All of this cause I can spit |
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It's crazy how this get when you can say that ************t |
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For the haters being a ************ like he ain't making no cream |
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I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, ************ |
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I'd rather talk to you *******s |
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Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you *******s feel me |
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And lets just leave it at that |
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Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps |
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I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers |
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Please be on your cool behavior homey |
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And lets just leave it at that |
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I know I said that ************t before |
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But I'm trying to save yall from a war |
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[Interlude: Crooked I] |
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Yeah you know how you got a Godmother |
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I got a God grandmother |
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Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she- |
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She passed away man know what I'm saying |
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She went to the other side |
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Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday |
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I love you let me holler |
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[Verse 2: Crooked I] |
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I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat |
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Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep |
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Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street |
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He said crook who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat |
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Cause I don't wanna' see you on this ratchet ************t these *******s is on |
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And how come *******s don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song |
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I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone |
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And I definitely didn't condone ************ riding so I did it alone |
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Industry don't want a real ******* to creep in ******* it ima' sneak in |
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And ******* going back to that book store I used to sleep in |
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My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend |
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Same three outfits switching them ************ts till the week ends |
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Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end |
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Made myself a promise ima' be the one in the end |
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With these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen |
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Then my problems gonna be over and solved |
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They finally let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves |
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Let me out of this mother ******* too many corny ass ************ ass |
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Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ******* ass *******s |
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*******s playing hide the salami |
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This is a snake business my ******* and I ain't the swami n'aw |
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This is crooked remember I rap circles around your favourite MC |
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While calling George Zimmerman a ************ on cable tv |
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In racially profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda |
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I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son |
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Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came from |
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I keep hearing that there's real *******s in the game alright name some |
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All I know is raps a circus |
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Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching |
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For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin |
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You're turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again |
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Just snap your finger and spin |
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What the ******* you rapping for |
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And mother ******* a grammy just hand them ******* to Macklemore |
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I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn |
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Born before Chris**as get it y'all on some nonsense |
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And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sterling's ************ choking on Magic's Johnson |
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[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] |
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(Let me get 'em Crook) |
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I'm cool calm collective smooth |
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I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views |
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Number one with you honour and respect the rules |
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I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes |
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It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool |
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'cept when I'm standing with the wrecking crew |
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We can turn the tables if we could just make these records move |
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I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and dead |
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I'll be remembered by more ************t being done then said |
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Listening to rap you gon' hear lies told |
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But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe |
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I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so |
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I gotta get on my grind bro |
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I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold |
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And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms folded |
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And looking at me with that look like that's cool but get your own |
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Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on |
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Then Patron comes into play then it's postponed |
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For whatever reason Shady Records still believes in us |
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And whatever they see in us Interscope don't |
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Comments being made like *******s old and they pathetic |
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Now how many times have we proved *******s wrong |
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And how many *******s you think gon' come out of them offices |
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And try to show up when we blow up some are gon' even try to take the credit |
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While we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like |
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Them *******s album ain't never coming out them *******s don't even like each other |
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Well ******* the Justice League manager |
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I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs |
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******* fake *******s and punks |
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I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks |
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I'm a ******g warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer |
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That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria |
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When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya' |
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And that'll destroy ya' |
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Take it from a G they call me a soul survivor |
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Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers |
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I made my oldest a promise |
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To keep my ******* off the net and stay devoted to his Mama |
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[Verse 4: Joe Budden] |
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(Let me get 'em Nickle) |
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Tell me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be |
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I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the hope from me |
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Cause that's a deep threat |
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I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet |
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In '98 they said I was close to my death bed |
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Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a meth head |
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Was hard back then ain't have a car back then |
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Still in on mase had me wi************ng I had tvs on the head rest |
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B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was getting him through |
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Would've took my life had I'd've known who I was giving in to |
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Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof |
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In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth |
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Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be |
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Even make my ******* keep it low they on their Nayeli |
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I don't trust none of these hoes |
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Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed |
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Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying ******* this ************ |
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Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me |
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Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me |
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When she said she'd never leave then she left ******* y'all expect of me |
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That resen**ent only had me ******g different ******* different weeks |
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But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet |
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Those are growing pains call it paying dues |
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She killed a ******* then birthed one all with the same move |
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We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner |
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But thanks to my baby mother I'll bust anywhere but in her |
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Cause a baby for her is just a problem I'll be stuck with |
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Like what gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is |
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I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still effected |
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If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill infested |
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500 proof laced with addict deficiencies |
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But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency |
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Ugh' looking at all my life's typos |
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Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo' |
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Two words for my enemies die slow |
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Full time pyros' we do this with our eyes closed |
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[Outro: Joe Budden] |
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Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons |
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It go two words for my enemies die slow |
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Full time ******* it word |
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La slaughter, La Familia |
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Ya' know what I mean |
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No matter what we ride, so lets ride |
