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Dash Test Of A Man

the test of a man Is to throw up your hands Then we gonna do that part of it 'Cause it's united we stand I put my heart in this I'm a part of the art

like a rhino, rhinoceros Kick more ass than Jacki Chan and Chuck Norris Whats the deal I hid a nigga from his mind Yep you got a line but not big as

to do with that vest, man Twenty-two shots. I killa. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga. And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper, 'cause

a primo, Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no. Gotta make that money man, Gimme all my change, it's a murder thang, now Even in the dummy

wood (shit) just got a splinter You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie? We after paper, you after the nookie

now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he

live by the street code Been told never let beef grow old, get rid of that Like prince crime pistols muzzle' em up Half of a man on the dash, trucks guzzle

Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW! Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas,

can comprehend it Living proof, I'm that nigga in a booth Got a bag full of goodies for ya sweet ass tooth Doorag and hoodie? Was a mean ass youth Ski