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The human chin (also known as the mental protuberance, mental eminence and, rarely, mental osseum, tuber symphyseos) is the forward pointed part of the anterior mandible (mental region) below the lower lip. A fully developed human skull has a chin of between 0.7 cm and 1.1 cm. more »

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Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal 
Would you get up and leave 
when this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron 
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real 
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell 
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell 
Got up out the hood
Imma ride wit it still 

Tell me what's the deal 
If we work together I swear
We could make a mill 
Got you like my brudda 
For you ya imma kill
Wait till you come out 
And we gone fly up to the hills
Big bag full of money
Counting hunnid dolla bills
Money in the bank I gotta count up em hunnids 
When they see me and gang
They already know how we coming
This shit won't feel the same
If my dawg don't come how we coming 
Man f*ck your feelings
He say that he wit it 
He bluffing 
For you I'd slide
You and me ride
They don't want smoke
Cause I swear I'll get high 
Fk wit my guys
Someone gotta die 
Don't take me for a joke 
Cause I'll let that shit fly

Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal 
Would you get up and leave 
when this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron 
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real 
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell 
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell 
Got out the hood
Imma ride wit it still 

Money over fame
Only stay inside my lane 
I done seen blood switch 
Shit won't ever be the same
Ya I know who to blame
It's A year for every grain 
if I empty out the clip
I won't even have a thing
Imma come for his head 
if he try to come body us 
You get filled up wit led
They gone chalk where your body was
Let my bro get the rest
Ain't nobody that's stopping us 
We gone make him his bed
Smoke his ashes we lighting him

Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal 
Would you get up and leave 
when this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron 
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real 
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell 
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell 
Got out the hood
Imma ride wit it still

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