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Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for penalty? The penalty is death and is no alternative
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We the niggas that did that. I don't a fuck what nobody say bring it back a little bit
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Are you kidding? I don't it's brutal. You to be punished Well, I'd like to see you try You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be so easy. He who will be killed. Those who kill will to be killed now?