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child I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it We's
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hole for hole or cut for cut (yeah!) It won't be the first time, y'all better toughen up! Radio is all messed up; now what the fuck is that? ! (is that
fist I'll black and blue your lips until it's swellin' up your cake hole if someone's offered logics album, tell 'em just to say no 'Cause it's addcitive
Now there's two ways we can do this--keep it real or front I know you got what I need and I got what you want And the hunt for soulmates is all over
And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke
flava [Chorus: x2] [South Park Mexican] He's on crack She's on snow He's so old he can't fuck no mo She's a whore he's a snicth Most of my niggas dying
to sinna Puttin' inches all up in her Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door Nigga, don't try
," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
it's like everything else was a glipse of you giving hints and clues of where your name resides now that I've found you it's changed the vibe shattered through all
the same four-five Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to Bogart Have his mother singing "It's so hard" Yes
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bustin caps for stripes But now it's drastic I wish I had a plastic glock And now we blastin Muthafucka brains and thangs Cause I'm a bastard It ain'