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[Omillio
I gotta on this one daddy!!

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

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

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, just me in the
holdin the toolie, everything and cooly
Got all these chicks to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)
Alot changed smoke in the crime
Holdin my in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, as well
denim stains on my black and white shells
In too deep, still 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 gone you
So sweet, that I don't lose no
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 gettin' brain in my waterbed
feelin' like a scholor all to your daughter
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her
got her drunk, told her all the shit a whore wanna
I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the on
let her know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my flight on, charter or
Pardon the name, but is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

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the alarm!
another dying
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my is firing
back, dump on
you and your

[Omillio
You got hate in ya blood
Y'all ain't that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a about who catches a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out a fuck who out
pricks 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!"
make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You young boys back up, while the back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your 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 don't who
can't hug the block if i'm mad at you
turns comin thru that's what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, spanish
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, day I got some dick for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, tucked every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the
guest ran sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause not stuck up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my
from under there
Freeway, a boss you wanna stare?
Haters, get lost don't you
shit spit, be real don't you see these
the, ice grill don't you see these dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't my attitude (Holla!)

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