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For The Love Of All Will Be Rid Of

the ground. You're impart to my heart and I taste the blood that poured from the wrists of angels. All will be rid of and you depict all my heart so

be the same if I hit it You know you longing for the stroke so you drippin' She smoking and that will be the scapegoat for sippin' Oooo your booty

Never was a gangster, 'til I graduated to one And got the rap of a villian, for weapon consealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing willin to stick out my neck for

I'll have the rap bitches for dinner. This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki This is for my niggas whellying

come through My fans across the world I came back for you I came back for you All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases I came back for you All

a skunk 'Cause I be rollin with the brew in the trunk So, now you know that I be way past tipsy Because my lips be steady takin sips, G So many sips that I be

I caught up with the nigga Pulled out the nine, and I sprayed him Tossed the gun to the pavement I'm heading straight for the hizzy No more will Krayzie be

All my ladies, single ladies, single ladies, make some noise All my ladies, single ladies, come and holla at ya, at ya boy It's will.i.am, y'all know me, I be, I be

dont think i care for ya, but at a drop of a dime i'll be there for ya, and anybody want to see us apart we need to get rid of they ass man and thats