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I know you know I think you know I think about you Got you?re picture tattooed to the back of both my eye lids. I think you play this game Think you

m missing the real you, Yeah I?m just missing the real you Yeah I?m just missing the real you Yeah I?m just missing the real you Yeah I?m just missing

You back stabbers get at this Y'all niggaz ain't real, you actors I'm not slackin', by my nuts saggin' Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage You back

you listen real close he's there in everything we ever did In the background smoking, you know, being cool Ant break this down for me Just going give you

barrio De Toronto, Ontario soy el socio empresario Rodiado por los latin thugs, soy puro callejero Cypress Hill, Code Blue guerrilleros What you know about bodegas, playas y

fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you, bitch

mislead When the brakes inside your head And have you reminiscing On them kids who got you fed Until reality reveals a miss Who wants to know If you can play her real

And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know

bite, Even though you don't think it's right, Yo, I like to bite, Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong, You got to admit, it's a new