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Ha, I roll on your doo like Man listen, Aknel stay in like shampoo There a man who can handle Once I back you or clap you Bullets in skin like a tatoo
Now back to reality, you as bad as me I get down for my clan till call me your majesty Nigga fat as me still with strategy My stuck way up where her blatter be But that matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi
Fuck tennis, you dealing a straight menace Wailing on ass like Venice Well uh, got it like a tailor Float a sailor, truck like a trailor with the [Incomprehensible] All the I've done the like Australia
bailing you out, one call from jail Aiming you out like Master P, what we be a about I got for those dissing This R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit I one with the hand gun
You could go ask Charles and he'll you I'm the man, son My gun had bust many mans, many mans Get the fuck off, there feet like dust pans You get touched, man, with us man
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Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot My foot will lay you to rest And bless you with Russell Simmons saint And say thanks for coming out and God Bow, fuck that bullet proof
I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet in the chest It's the Aknel, you know I rock I the gun point cocked like fucking barbells Who the hell want to this veteran
Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the Bullet in your brain your head in pain On the ground you'll be laying for exceteran ceteran, ceteran But that headache 'cuz you headed for a wake I threw the gun in the lake, so they see me upstate
Now they don't a clue and shit the way I see your name written on the walls Like rest in in you and shit crew they ain't doing shit Your mom's talking about the city had you it
Ha, I got the name inbreded on the mack 11 send punk niggas on the highway to heaven You want to see God hit you with seven You want to see God hit you about seven Like you shop in Pennsylvania, blood straight redden Get it Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one I swing my hands like Macarena
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