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Meanwhile in the control room at the of the theater...

These brats swam, I knew would
plan is working master.
Of course!

(knocking) Who is it?
delievery.
Who is it?
a special delivery.
Who is it. (Fuck it)
UPS up.

Les:
I got this product transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ?
Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be (puuut puuut
puuut) in chicas
Keep shakin' ass like a horny Egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit
Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red Mercury blow your up
I keep one eye on snakes the other on
3rd eye on my with no time to take a break
They only I make is when I gab the breed and jump in the get-away
(It's got to be now) but for now is the way
Pop my CD in your Sony play, a fatty, kick back
And enjoy I got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear

Big Ju, and rawnchy, never nonchalantly
And huant me to live in this world don't want me
A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever
Murder for the smallest amount, money to
Cuban cable givin' around the table
My label watchin' the sons steady and stable
Bit my shit, but you wack and able
Silence, we bringin' the from the cradle
Fatal when I see a bitch nigga and face, you a foreigner frontin' in a
dangerous
You in Corona, Stone and Babalona
Dominicians got a tight Isatona

Pyscho
me in Corona, on a corner, hotter than Daytona
Sippin' Arizona, power moves on a celly
Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect internet
checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots
Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a
Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my
Alcohol and lye be the combination, my organization move the nation
automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?)
It's off the books (it's off the books baby) It's off the this year

Beatnuts, Supa Supreme team Queens
Grand Imperial and say "whoyounawmean?" (x4)

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