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Sparks]
I gotta snap on one daddy!!

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

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

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
the toolie, everything calm and cooly
Got all these tryin to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)
changed since smoke in the crime
Holdin my in the court 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
Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the
Still, wearin my wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, tips gone skeet you
So sweet, that I lose no sleep
no meals, look how I eat without no deal
Drink liquor a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a pilot shirt, fit like tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin gettin' brain in my waterbed
like a scholor all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga bought her here
got her drunk, her all the shit a whore wanna hear
I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the on
let her know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
to get my flight on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

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the alarm!
another hater's
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, like MTV
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck about who a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for and if they get out give a fuck who out
still talkin measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
and make y'all cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, and Omillio?
You young boys back up, while the trucks out
the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the fuck out
I bring clappers, get yo boys up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

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Freeway bust shots, it matter who
can't hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo chick that's my click will do
room, Cancun, spanish interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, damn day I got some for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, long-gun every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin just about any day of the week
guest ran sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on block wit a package of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause not stuck up
See me anywhere, won't get up
keep the heavy-hand, take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come under there
Freeway, a boss don't you wanna
Haters, get don't you understand?
shit spit, be don't you see these guns?
the, ice grill don't you see these dudes?
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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