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Looked up the dj, and said may I? [Large Proffesor] ?Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives? ?Lit it up, like the 4th of July? [Evidence] Alchemist
feel for this hit (WHAT) Summertime type script Above the mind of the stiff Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT) [4th P] Variety's the spice of life
white N ma neighbors don't speak (why) dey all white N da homies don't speak now cause I'm rich now Ma life is hermay haze n crystal N manage trois out
z(Whhhhhoo) Some Niggas Want To B Mike But Me I Want 2 B Him (Man Lookin Good Man) 4 Finger Rang Rope Chain N Medallion(Dam) Real Bomb Bitch Wita Ass
Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to
of angels appeared At the 4 corners of my earth Bring meaning to my life Bring darkness into light We're from the dust of stars How much truth is there to life
Lie You Gon Die 4 The Fact That Hood Rules Apply I Hold My Ruger High B4 I Shoot The Sky Shoot Your Alla Shoot Your Father Haze Got Me Super High
hollow tips Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit She
mean if you was born broke Raised in the ghetto where there's nothing but torn folks What, torn house, torn heart, torn clothes I just blew 4 got another 4
motherf**ker holla at ya boy, yeahhh Beat novacane, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the f**kin job done [Beanie Sigel] Yeah.. When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
new Jacob thing Benz, 4, 5, 6 Truck, Navigator, Escalade, bitches want dick Took it from the end of '89 through '99 I'm the nigga 2000 and beyond [VERSE 4
how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in
shots like, I'm like paparazzi. I'm from philly, yo my city it's a lotta bodies. They murdaa like Irv Gotti they kamikaze. Doin music is my life yo it
all good honey yeah yeah yeah See sorry baby but I gotta do what I gotta It ain't where you from it's where ya at [x4] East coast, west coast [x4]
My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs
