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Sparks]
I snap on this 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, just me in the
holdin the toolie, everything calm and
Got all these tryin to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all 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
denim stains on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz got beef
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, I don't lose no sleep
miss no meals, how I eat without no deal
Drink like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a pilot shirt, fit like tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor brain in my waterbed
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 wanna hear
I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the on
let her know it's nuthin, em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my flight on, or train
Pardon the name, but is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

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

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

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
ain't happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 one of you fucks
I gives a fuck who catches a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if get out give a fuck who out
pricks still talkin measly, still talkin
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL
my go "Blakow!"
Don't 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 boys back up, while the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the your 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 even hug the if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru that's what my do
takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click do
dark room, Cancun, interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, damn day I got some for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, tucked every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz to grind
on your block wit a package of
(Starts singing)
'cause Free not up
See me anywhere, won't get up
keep the heavy-hand, take that off
toss underwear, who those? my balls
come from under
Freeway, a boss don't you wanna
Haters, get lost you understand?
shit spit, be real don't you see these
fuck the, ice grill don't you see dudes?
we from the ghetto, and don't like our attitude
say I'm loco, she don't like my attitude (Holla!)

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