Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me After a life of abuse I could
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Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With
your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the
s, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try
winners And my man Com Sense just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin
in this life One in a million chance That any of these songs will make us any money Like I give a fuck about that A thousand needles pick my brain My fifteen
been buildin All of a sudden I'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks
pistol my only friend Cause busters try to bring the blues Leavin brains with no clues Spin the ben in black clothes They tryin' ta' take my only life Leave my folks on the front
you can do is put it on your fuckin back Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes Times are hard to explore I made my own fort Fifteen
Verulanium, the cursed Romans finally dared to meet us honourably upon the field of war at Mandeussedum. They sent fifteen thousand legionaires, their
crack fiends In the hallway, rollin' weed, the sunflower seeds Thirteen when I lost my moms Fourteen I got locked with Twin, we when to Spafford then Fifteen
jumped a ferris wheel) Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. He's out there preachin' in front of
lean, hit up, every state,town, city wit my braveheart team, pretty face, round tits and ass, stay my queen, keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen
nothin Three minutes later, they both huffin and puffin Hollerin to they crew like "Yo, you better tell that man somethin" Everybody laughin, cause they know they only frontin
Feu, mer Triste enfant de guerre Five, ten, fifteen millions I raise a glass to all this killing Cinq, dix ou quinze secondes On joue aux des qui va au front
my back on those just because he got doe and like sixteen hoe's I like myne's sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard I wip his ass in his own front yard sometimes
