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Fall Fall Fall M H S Jokes

No, it's not. 'S fuckin' my machine, that. Keep your hands off it. -It's your machine. It's a VU-less machine. Sure it's recording, Mark? Better turn

and swallow cum I'm God-son, the rose of salvation Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation I'm move like vampires, only at night Hand grip like

Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds Its a

:] What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel It's

cut the joke Let's get serious and go for broke You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful Here's

movie is CB-4 H$E Click you know we throwed I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale I'm a ghetto star and a man as well and I'm all about my mail like a man

niggaz, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right [Black Al Kapone] Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off And when our wheels fall

D's A nigga that comin' up slippin' with the trunk full of ki's Ain't tha - he ain't too cautios cause my hood it's too hot So I'ma follow his fuckin

up Now I gotta watch out for the roach niggaz 24's close Fuck timid and I blow nigga, anything less than ten G's a joke Come to the H I can show you who