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Uh, uh, uh Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Auto fatigued then fatigue the enemy Look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over
with fiends No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam And you love the way
on the scene And you're not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
not from the regime, and I'm popular with fiends No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean Seventy five,
toasters, and they live with they moms Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies, niggas crotched over Mommy's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em
want to see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin Bastard! Cryin, know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed 'em, filled
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em
hands in Brooklyn Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket screamin'
crystal clear One of these days Imma get mine, everything is gonna be just fine yeah The year was 97-98 A brother was crotched over from an MJ cross-over
Can I show you this new beat I learned, you listen and tell me you proud Movie nights and crotched hats keep makin' me think of you now I heard you
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