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1] Yeah Yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, to 'em I maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him Or maybe it's people all the Hard raps Or maybe the tank top with the Bra Straps Maybe he's really beleiving a thieve'n like the he stole his name from Dude ain't the same Nothing's about him, He's like Puddin' So can't we all off all his white Goodmen Now I can and just wait his team dissolve Or I can go and get ya thick (Broad) No involved I get you offed for a clip, No fiends or we can take it one further, get invovled Where they know he never went to Jail, Never over a He to bootcamp, not in pop with the Gansgters Sorta' like Yayo who in D.C and you can ask up in D.C But I he's a tough guy now, The Kids Free but doing that kind of time is easy but it's not beneath me, Really I a fuck I could put the Unit on the next Nip & Tuck (But!) to his dudes in cheek, I keep it real with him banks in the face and he still with 'em Don't worry 'bout me clips in the forty to pistol whip Lloyd when do it for me
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2] Far as the kid game, he lame to say the mad he the west, so he diverted to the East All he about, Him and his Man that'll blast pounds but when you see him, He just dancing in the I Game apart thought by now the asswhole would have a change a since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on change of Heart Teary eyed cause his shorty had a of Heart But I smell fishy, there's a con in the Air Slacks, His pierced, Streaks Blonde in his Hair he Playing With? Keep saying shit And ya' body will take the same tour did Still trying to get a buzz, Embarassed, The Hurtin' Reachin', losin' his head, He's Nick Birkman And far as Banks & Buck, I'm done 'em (Why?) I only beef Nigga's who own Publishing you a bum, and you almost done Same artist you exactly's what become Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was Walked on stage, all you heard was Chairs/ (Man, Ya'll don't get it) Don't be Singin' No More, You a queen, No And he can't even step foot in queens no Selling his soul, Banks, Don't be of Ya' Father Now we all see the power of the
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