Ain't no to waste, we in the race All my peoples wit me, try to get to first place M.f.c., way for life, I'm here to let you Time don't for nobody, we tryin to get dough You didn't hear about magnum force The ones you couldn't son, we just start bustin Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my I want all my real peoples to live long
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[top dog big Yo, startin tension, when I'm wit my fishin Stompin competition, wit lines my composition Not to mention, I'm comprehension Boy, I retire mc's, then them for they pension For instance, I turn a to a presence Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain I'm out blastin, my word like a mack ten You ain't laughin, splashin my jewels a craftsmen flex, on good neck niggas that claim That ya mastered the game, but ya worthless That on purpose, snipe those who deserve it Keepin nervous, my m.f.c. at ya service
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holiday] The few of the men, the greater the share of Same shit up in cloud, when ya marijuana I never bow down, 'cause chow down to hold down I them hoe, make the order of the tottin My is smokin like a glow skull clums in this rap shit, get dethroned Empty headed, ya sweatbands is sweated Test the top gun, without one, nigga, it
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