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Central, why? You'll die! I can make ya missin fuckin with the unforgiven, cop killer, blood spiller, but still a million seller. Run and tell your fuckin mother, Body Count

the permanent tan I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn [Buckshot] I'm feelin another part of reality Hit me when I represent the F.A.P. Straight

"Matter fact, I'm sick of talking" About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York and Back to L.A., I'm out like O.J. Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H" [Chorus: Woman

I pick you up I look you up and down You so fine In my mind I'm sayin' Now how can I make this ho mine I got the tank on F I got a bag full of herb Your

, no dice, I'm the nicest The odds in my favor; Noah, before there's Christ I'm the holy resurrection of him I'm the only one that's left, to drop these

.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money

to do retail Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken Autopsy explainin what parts remainin New York police department, the F

who's the Prom King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn