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Off With Their Heads For The Four

I?m not tired, I?m exhausted. I think this time I?ve finally lost it. If anything ever happened to you, I don?t know what the fuck I?d do. When you get

right, M-I-S-T-E-R Ski Composin gangsta tracks with mister C since eighty-three You proberly heard me on Friday with Cube and Chris Tucker Blast, I break a slow dog runnin for

I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for

with But it ain't my fault you're a little bitch (Without yo click) Nigga run with the quickness (Get away quick but you'd best not slip) Better off with a bianca than get stuck (With

rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous well up until now your only concept of rhythm is a four by four loop square as a pool table with no dynamics

The over spilled theory's all faucet For real, how many leaves your clover got? Mine's got eight Three for normalcy one for luck four more so you'll

smelling salts mad as the magazine Attack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fall A threat, a break, a mistake with the post Picking every last fuckin' piece of paint off

him, ? fat ass nigger, see they bugging them All the prettiest girls in the club with him Got shot glasses popping bottles they hit the vip say what's up with them? Wanna fuck with

He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a