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, I'll see ya Comeback boy, for sayin' what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya You should have never passed, stay in your place Mind your bidness or
, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on
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what's up? Drinks Houston, what's up? Onyx, what's up? You does it baby you does it baby Harlem nights, what's up? Treasures, what's up? Legends, what
an ooze Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I'm used to do Split up all your fuckin' word, cut them from all in your back Platinum on my stat
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cushion the seat For a smooth getaway, at least that's what I thought Head up the alleyway they had two more cars (Freeze mothafucka freeze, oh shit he's
'all love for the love so get down on your knees less you gonna kick it with us then here grow some weed riding through your ghetto smoking terror through lanes your
'cause nigga that's not what it's all about We droppin' 'em down if ya runnin' off at the mouth Yeah! dem boys at 6 and b.b. comin' up You gets buck
(Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind
