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W C The One

to make a transaction to match three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take

We are the boys of sin, putting our chips on bets that could never win we are the rolling stones, the dead ramones, the untouchable boys from back

pour etre chanteurs populaires Sans major on est a jour dans les Charts, c'est notre ere Psy4tra si ca claque, c'est notre heure Et si ca chiale c'est nos c

trop C'est comme ca que l'on s'est aime Oui c'est comme ca que l'on s'est aime Oui c'est comme ca que l'on s'est aime Oui c'est comme ca que l'on s'est

up world, this your people, the Excited Private Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one If

Give me some mad plans Picture my city Surrounded by crimnals And then some I'm go have to hit one And back them bitches off with my m-one Them domes!!!!

m the man, I'm the south, I'm the muthafuckin prince [Chorus: x8] [Fiend] Me? A bad motherfucker, boy Hater destruction, pistol bustin (BHAW, BHAW) I'm the chubby one

in the streets enough to know, every man and jebro And when your back against the fence, admit to every throw Let off several high low, incase somebody follow And keep in mind your the only one

be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell And if I