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Fifty On Red Lost Cause

Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mindstate prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily, wall street bound walkin' on

sharp fangz Yea [Canibus:] The vocalist with osmosis spit Canibus on some robust robot shit You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit 950 more

do (I used to work at the post office...) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo. . .) 'N look around (just to see what's goin' on. . .) But what you lost

diabolical, cushion is not ??? [Verse 22: The Clipse] Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum Style on

Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ??? [Verse 22: The Clipse] Red rum, red rum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, was he talkin' da dum Style on

in the hood enough How bout hes just misunderstood to us Vision is fine, I can still hear So I pop one more till everything is unclear Cause... nothings

garage and switch wheels My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on

, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack Steamin' _, speedin' navigatin' the map Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your

hear 'em (who?) Alex with the fuckin loaded thirty-oh-two, cause [Chorus: Cage] This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on