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B Real 6 Minutes

sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man Pulling up in my truck and all the

.P. together. That's 2 songs Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean c'mon. I mean excuse me Flex Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what

P, let's do this.....now! [P:] Freeze! (E: Hands in the air!) Nobody move! (Mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool) This is a stick-up, real deal, real

floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks With hardcore - heavyweight - b

flippin flows Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since

like 6:30 And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley All my '90s niggas is gon' get it 18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute I'ma

going down 2003, Do or Die, J.P., Twista still [Verse 1] Well, when I heard a knock at the door Must of been the girl that I met on the lo She real thick

riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy Chop it up, with do or die Verse one: belo Seven double oh p.m. Fly low to them hoes in the b-m Sippin

sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man Pulling up in my truck and all the