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Fiend The Rock Show

ah Penetentries chance's here I come That nigga move to fast i'ma pop his ass one (pop) Drop his ass one (pop) Bringing home the brick What 'ya know when the fiend

So please play your distance I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist Most def, I'm professional Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo Show

ya kidnapped evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap post up an im gone bleed yo block make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks dd

Because she's happy just to have me and she's good in bed And yeah I drop records but for dick they fiend Cause I rock 12 inches, younawmean? [Chorus

a qui ne pige pas Que je suis Hip Hop depuis zing zang de "Breakin" a "Beat Street" avant Wu Tang J'bouquinais le Zulu's Letters sur "King of rock" Ou "Microphone Fiend

Die style kid, the remix (Both) Yo, yo I roll wit brothers who puff dust lust plus A + conniving cash you can't trust Yo, these avalanche rock throwers

arch-nemesis Blowing up the spot every time that I show up Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up Old skool like elementary, Watson I rocks on,

[Chorus] Won't you come around to my side of town So I can show you how the real shit goes down Where the, neighbors complain of how the gunsmoke lingers

shows at the Ritz Now we got you open like Fixx Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks On the low, I still rock