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Dynamite Boy True Shit

-----Don't trust me -----Don't trust them -----Don't you even trust your friends? 'cause you'll die, no one gives a damn You'll die, no one knows your

: on't trust me Don't trust them Don't you even trust your friends? Cuz you'll die, no one gives a damn You'll die, no one knows your name You'll die

me through Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part For my dreams to come true

ask ya' old lady, like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady I'm a massacre waitin to happen fuck all this rappin boy I'll get the cap and leave you with

Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite

To adjust to the changes in my rhyme I was on the turf, cold chillin out When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth Tryin to find out if he can hang with me The boy

, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers

adjust to the changes in my rhyme I was on the turf, cold chillin' out When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me The boy

boy like Reese's pop Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy