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'Cuz in order to survive, you to have drive a rental but I'ma call you Ben 'cuz you gentle My blowin' up like a Pinto Hip hop's gettin' rotten but we stay fresh a Mento
So put it in your We gonna show you what this rap is really all about We gonna turn bitch out like Goldie This cut will still bump when an oldie
And if we still sold platinum or gold be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a of Yak It's like and that's the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, me into your adapter I'm sending rhymes to the rafters
Turn up your skill factor, you bitin' rhymes like a You thought we was but this is still the first chapter I go, can I get an, "Ooh, ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, the Likwit Crew
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They shit is weak, I'm concrete the beat Bust that ass, nigga jeep class Me last in the game, no Sit and drink a with my nigga James Robinson
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