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(ALL)Who dat?, what?, |
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There they go, there they go |
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There they go |
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The same mother******s, |
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You know ************* it's ******' Friday |
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We doin' it like last Friday |
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(*************s ain't got *************t to do) |
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(So we gon' get ****** up) |
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Who dat? |
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(Verse 1 - Dirty Bert) |
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Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable |
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Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals |
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Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals |
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Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable |
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Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull, |
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Another breath of oxygen, |
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Has is known for oxin' 'em |
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Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em, |
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Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane |
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Drip from a toxic tongue |
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Get done wid it, |
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Out of control like we begun wid it |
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Bricks explode, licked you out the show |
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Lyrics |
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That ************* Bump did it |
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I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, |
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Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league *************t |
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Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Kadafi |
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Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me, |
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In jail all that I can see provoking hell, |
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Chokin' at a third rail velocity |
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Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree |
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Microphone strong deep bomb first |
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Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse |
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Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me, |
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The black clip's burnin' me |
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The cat who act fraternity |
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The landscape's redded, |
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************* it ya man said it |
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Ya shoulda never let it escape |
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We won't wet it, |
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Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew, |
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Maestro can stand through, |
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When I pass the Mac to Rock that ************* brand you |
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When I pass the Mac to Rock that ************* brand you |
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(Hook - Dirty Bert) |
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Ten out of ten |
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No ya chance is a ninth |
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We do jail wid no bail |
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Losin' half of our life |
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Livin' the life of the poor |
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Losin' sight in the war |
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You can slice it down precise |
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*************t's trife around the board |
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(Verse 2 - Smooth) |
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We in this thing together |
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Tryna build the same cheddar |
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It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist |
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A fake couldn't relate to, |
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Drugs and honeys, |
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My hugs are funny |
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And thugs blow slugs for the money |
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Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights |
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Walkin' down New, you betta think twice |
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This *************t ain't right, |
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It's all wrong, |
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NARC's we slide on |
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It ain't safe season |
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Say it's strength in numbers |
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We rolled the whole precint |
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Rev the whip up, |
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We live '98 stick-ups |
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Loadin' clips up |
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That flimsy ass vest we rip up |
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New Jerz, come check us |
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But don't test us |
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Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus |
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Act whatever, clap whatever |
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When we clap we clap together |
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Leavin' you cats on the stretcher |
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O.N.S. and the Embassy, |
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Outlawz and Pentagon |
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If it ain't that, |
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It ain't *************t to me |
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It ain't *************t to me |
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(Hook - Dirty Bert) |
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Ten out of ten |
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No ya chance is a ninth |
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We do jail wid no bail |
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Losin' half of our life |
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Livin' the life of the poor |
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Losin' sight in the war |
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You can slice it down precise |
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*************t's trife around the board |
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(Verse 3 - Hussein Fatal) |
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Fake lies, close ya eyes, |
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************* die in the dark |
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You little hip hop cop, |
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Playin' spy in the park |
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We turn schemes to cream |
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Cause we fiend for green |
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Wid the cops and streets watchin' |
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Ain't no need to dream |
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Codine my team, |
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Full beam on ya knotty |
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Killuminati to ya body |
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Got mooned wid the shotti |
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Getto star you for Amaru, |
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Yak see you tomorrow, |
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I know you here, |
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These other *************s be like where are you? |
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The Henny'll start you, |
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Dirty ever semi I borrow, |
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No confrontation or quarrel |
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I can't shake up or startle |
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The time taker |
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Tying 'em up like Ron Baker |
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Here to shake and break 'em down |
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Like the LA Lakers |
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I see through 'em |
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Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em |
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While he lay there I stay there |
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While the paramedics'll breathe through him |
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Squeeze through him, |
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Put the E to him, hit 'em up |
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He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up |
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Ya outta there, |
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Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal |
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It's kill or be killed, |
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In this world of free steel |
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Every crew's a game, |
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Wearin' blues is strange |
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From how you move you'll be named |
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For what you doin' who you claim |
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You might, think it's a game |
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From bein' critically acclaimed |
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A war winner for pitiful game |
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************* wid Hussein |
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(Verse 4 - Killa Black) |
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From cops got our feet tired |
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Everybody split up anybody get caught |
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Son just keep quiet, |
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These C's watchin' me, |
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Two CDS' of armed robbery |
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Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property, |
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Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me, |
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For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically |
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Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly |
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Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology |
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I'm realer than the cats that shot at me |
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I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties, |
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My hollow ain't easy to swallow, |
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Like them five dollar bottles, |
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Kill or be killed's my motto, |
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I do it cause I got to, |
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I'ma, straight up commodity |
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I thug in this society |
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On the side ah me's my *************s that'll die for me |
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Would you ride for me?, or get rode on? |
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Been in this game so long |
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I kick slick *************t in every sentence |
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Y'all have to grow on, |
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Throughout my hard times my vision was blind |
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Hustlin' dimes fake *************s wanna beef wid me |
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I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes |
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You ain't worth it, |
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Wid out contact I catch perfect, |
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Had the heart in front of the crowd |
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But in your eyes you nervous, |
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Now start chirpin', |
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The .38 special start squirtin' |
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Leave two holes in ya *************rt |
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And put you on the side street hurtin', |
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Now that's for talkin' out ya person, |
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(Mutha*************az) |
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*************az |
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(Outro) |
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Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein |
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Aiyyo, (recognise) |
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Tell somebody come get me |
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(O.N.S., Outlaw) |
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If not I'll be home in like 5 |
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Hahahhahha |
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Mother******' Friday |
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(Tick like time) |
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For all y'all *************s that wanna ************* wit me |
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Before my *************t come out, |
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It's about to drop too *************, |
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(Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new) |
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Hey Ric where the ************* the Henny at |
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Three hundred and sixty mother******' three days in the Waker |
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Ahaha, yo ************* that calender |
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I ain't for that *************t..... |
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Yo A-rock man, |
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(Moddy Bang) |
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It's on for them *************s |
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(Killa Black) |
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Killa Black..... |
