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[Omillio
I gotta on this one daddy!!

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

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

[Peedi
at yo fuckin dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, everything and cooly
Got all these chicks tryin to me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm all down her goochie (woman moans)
Alot since smoke in the crime
Holdin my mama in the 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
Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the
Still, my best wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, I don't lose no sleep
miss no meals, look how I eat without no
Drink liquor a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin gettin' brain in my waterbed
feelin' like a all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, nigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the a whore wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my flight on, or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the
Far as the change, just my checks
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

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the alarm!
another dying
oh boy, aye!

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

[Omillio
You cocksucker's got in ya blood
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 a slug or who tells
the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
pricks still talkin measly, talkin greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
can't sell, and y'all won't 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, and Omillio?
You young boys up, while the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the building best bet is get the fuck out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

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Freeway shots, it don't matter who
can't hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin comin thru that's what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo chick 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 got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the
Freak Nia Long lookin honey about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to
on your block wit a of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause Free not up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come from there
Freeway, a boss you wanna stare?
Haters, get don't you understand?
shit spit, be don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see these
we from the ghetto, and they don't our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't like my (Holla!)

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