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Sparks]
I gotta snap on one daddy!!

[Peedi
Oh! Now for me mami...
clap for me mami...

I know a bit
I only the dirty words...

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, everything calm and
Got all chicks tryin to screw me
the coochie, sperm runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)
Alot changed since in the crime
Holdin my mama in the sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, as well
Rocafella denim stains on my black and white
In too deep, niggaz got beef
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, my best wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, that I don't no sleep
miss no meals, how I eat without no deal
Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a
I be in a pilot shirt, fit it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my
feelin' like a scholor all to your head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her
got her drunk, told her all the shit a whore wanna
I just, em', buck em' wit the lights on
let her it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, gettin' up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another dying
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my gauge is
back, dump on
you and moms

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who
the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
pricks still talkin measly, still greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, and Omillio?
You young boys back up, while the back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the out
I bring clappers, get yo clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

Freeway shots, it don't matter who
even hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru that's what my do
takin' turns inside yo that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, damn day I got dick for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked day of the week
Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a package of
(Starts singing)
Free not stuck up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come under there
Freeway, a don't you wanna stare?
Haters, get lost you understand?
spit, be real don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see these
we from the ghetto, and don't like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't like my (Holla!)

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