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Sex murder and mayhem romance for the Only wife of mines is a of crime And since a bitch in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt death
That's a nigga, long as life prevent us We sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us Fuck it, ice the and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all can't floss on my
I'll you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close you can read the scripture It money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga, what?
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Flavors robust platinum and touch Y'all rap now, fast lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay Z to no Roc A Fella CEO, what? What?
Us the villains, fuck feelings While y'all playa we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New York's soft since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the fuck the law keep dealin' More money, more cash, chilling I know they gone the hook on this song Like I a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed Brooknon took on the world Shit, I led a life you can a book on Sex and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya it'll be the seller
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DMX and my dogs Jigga, my nigga rhyme all Thugs for life one night this rap shit Let 'em go and I bet they what'll happen
we clap shit Actin' like we owe 'em Then we 'em somethin' Talk greasy I think found 'em down the road or somethin'
wit a madman in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed The only thing stoppin' him is you, what? the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you, what?
Topic in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the This was one dog loves raw meat
But gettin' to just 'cos I love my niggaz I shed for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my All I'ma hear is right my nigga, come on
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