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(And dem livin' in a zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke
Let's sing to the people,

B:]
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"

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It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and the arm
And I don't care shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was in the can
coke was 26 a gram
Now 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, rights
'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's a fabulous year
Only dropped one in '07, I played in the bing
He had no in his team
get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, niggaz be needin' a bar

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[French
You lame niggaz flop, keep with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with shottas
Watch us, bitch no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip
Tough get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like grape
Homie in the battlefield, zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera
nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a boy
Two toys, stash box,
All 6-5-0 with the ragtop