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A lot of nigga's... be playing the And I ain't having that shit prayin' in school I'm gonna keep more two's than values That I know how to use I don't "how to's" don't believe they can bleed or bruise That's why solo niggas always leave in Weed and booze I'll-have leaking from wounds Ain't no coming back home Mom's your room will lose their grins when it's Lupe and friends And them orange juice Timb's in a coupe that swims Now and days.. Emcee's be wildin' and my mic check be betta than they whole wonda why they can't touch it cause my shit stay over there head - like carry on luggage I'd give it to any performer on any budget - the rhyme in the I am want nothin' of it
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Am I you expected the good die young And I've been resurrected the my son I'm quite impressive best believe it's with 'w?' '????' and them 'lightning?' credits Yo I mouth piece niggas swearing ya tough and ya that sweet that nasty that gushy And that 8-40 hoody with the '????' guts with the AK 4-fully that'll you and ya tux Ya ain't thorough you got it up like '????' Just cause they in suits that don't they the Bureau Your small so close to worthless Only feds in your house is the Postal It's all love why try and us? Don't make me thugs And you shook like Head shots to ruin your 'linings?' and We hustlas flick '????' like '????' nigga?
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