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firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogs!
[Chorus:]
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"Hound dogz ain't
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogs!
[Chorus:]
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"Hound dogz ain't
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
white boys trying to Backstreet they asses
Back in? The game done already had them
I handed they asses back at 'em
Madness occurred after that shit
It
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
our friends are coming -
We sent out invitations
Mom's on my back like what's that noise?
Don't be a drag, it's the beastly Boys
Swing around
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit
[Chorus]
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up,
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
on steroids
True Religion corduroys
Manager jigging the Backstreet Boys
The Beverly Center with Apple's on Fiona
Boats with naked bitches in Barcelona
Fuck with
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
bring my gumption
I'm on the rise like I'm hot up in the oven
Either way, I'm getting bread by the dozen
Niggas all up in they cars just
Bumpin
em in the dirt
Fuck a cot put him in a hearse
Fuck a jail we was going first
Catch em on a backstreet I could give fuck
Tell the court it was us
The future AI better practice boy
I be jumpin' out the box like an action toy
Wanna battle but you soundin' like a backstreet boy
Yeah I want it that way too
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
to happen so it's better I drop out school
I gave myself a lot of classes yessir now am good
The only book I gat now is book of rap and Facebook
Every day by
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first
For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
tunnel vision)
Throw the Patek in the sky
'til I see double vision
Turned ten thousand to a ticket
They ain't fuckin' with us (Nah)
In the trenches
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