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For the year 2G the rap game change for one name |
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Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane |
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Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated |
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You went platinum with a ghost writer |
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So in the game you won you cheated |
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My slang bang when you need it |
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You man enough to pull a gun be man enough to squeeze it |
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(*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it |
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Anything to do wit millions I'mma be with it |
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Hats off to the hardcore *******s, ******* the rest |
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In my guess y'all useless, just talking music |
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Never mistake me for a fake MC |
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You got the wrong identity, ******* I'm CT fool |
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Get murdered in a second in the first degree |
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Come to me with ******* tendacies |
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You'll be sleeping where the maggots be |
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Ain't nothing kinda used to beef actually |
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But when it's on I raise first automatically |
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Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty |
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Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime |
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Ten Bentleys in one line |
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Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines |
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Snipers hitting *******s long distance for a rate |
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Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floating in water |
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Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders |
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One love to the ol school *******s |
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They in the jail trying to raise us |
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Even the ones that tried to blaze us |
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But couldn't even graze us |
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See them ************ ass *******s y'all killing don't amaze us |
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Y'all slobbing I'm spitting wit a mouth full of rage |
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Everybody stay fly get money kill and ******* ******* |
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I'm hitting anything in plain view for my riches |
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VA's finest filling up ditches, when *******s turn to ******* |
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Die for zero digits; I'mma giant yall midgets |
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I know killers that kill for a fee |
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That'll kill your ass for free, believe me |
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How you wanna die fast or slowly? |
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Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie |
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I bought your ************t it was weak, trashed it now you owe me |
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All the hardcore *******s know me |
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I ain't knocking, I'm just gon' bust up in the mother******* |
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Taking anything that's rightfully mines |
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Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines |
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Physique crew, thick designs |
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With jewels that ************ne all the time |
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Ain't nothing sweet about this rate of mystique |
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Got *******s while you eat ************t sleep and beat your meat |
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Die reaching for heat, leave you leaking in the street |
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*******s screaming he was a good boy ever since he was born |
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But ******* it he gone, life must go on *******s don't live that long |
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But hoes in wigs *******s that think they head strong |
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Got *******s hollering Jewelz dead wrong on this song |
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This type of murder don't need no hook |
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Just forty ******g bars from the mouth of a crook |
