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stretch ya, they got weapons when they come around (Kj Tha Kidd) Back outside, it's hot outside If he talk shit then I bet that he died Don't say the wrong
global fucking domination in this rap shit Word is Bon Jovi Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by
be Slim Shady or just like me WesSki tha Original Ghetto Cracka MC I got so much juice I spit it out by the cup fulls introduced your eardrums To these
nothing. It’s a hot one. Ain’t shit on cool. My rich bitch gotta 7th bed just dipped in the pool. I couldn’t beg y’all it was hell naw. Ain’t shit for the Boog.
Nigel Uno Ft. cJE $MD [Prod. By Just J] {UrzTruly.Pablo} cnd ta top it off, if i lose faith den da block iz lost, cop sum new drip den dat cop iz
Ashiya na mile Raaz me rehjaun Maa baap puchein kidhr tha tu raat bhar Mai betha studio cook kara phonka nahi koi joint par Now she on my phone texting me
& lets see ain't been in beef since second to last letter Followed by "c" too hot to see Turn heat seekers on they'll never bleed They're cold forever
toxic. Getting Fucked up by some hot shit. Two William Lawson's and some hashes, One day your car runs in the tree, crashes Burnt into cemetery grounds
than high then I achieve it y'all Wayne said tha block is hot, I ain't believe it y'all My town's a goldmine, I ain't wanna leave it y'all Where I'm
hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez The truth tell us what envy all eyes on me A top-dawg said the game is to be sold not told Pulled out
hot like the Hawaiian tropics A taskforce topic spent six months in C.Y.A Even though the yay is brought in by the C.I.A See, I'm a motherfucka
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law And I'm a product
The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash And She Wants It Fast Give Me All That You Got Homeboy 'cuz This Cuete That I Got Aint A Toy It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead Throw
Hook x3 [Big Chan] I'm still the greatest I'm pretty I'm still the greatest [Layzie Bone] And I'ma bad man [Big Chan] Hot child in the city
when I hit yo shit danger Multiple rounds when the caliber spit Like my folks BO I mash on tracks to get the paper Money by the ton stack the loot
she’s a uzi spit Live by tha sword yea she go slice to kill Stand on my own baby I can foot the bill My heart so cold girl you put dat shit on chill You
holds/ I need bags full of wisdom so I can teach and mold/ I see my son rising i gotta leave him set/ In booth vibing cooking dope and making bank/ Tha
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