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B:]
(And dem livin' in a zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke
sing to the people, yeah

B:]
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv
hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv
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 you was biddin' in the can
coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the and pump cocked
Feed you 1 if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team with one clip
You my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I in the bing
He had no faith in his
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to & Mar
the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar

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[French
You lame niggaz flop, playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin'
You be rollin', strollin', with them shottas
Watch us, nigga no one can stop us
You was gas, they was on ya ass
to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get and butt-raped
And then wine crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, boy
I toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box,
All white with the ragtop