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A lot of nigga's... be playing the And I ain't having that shit prayin' in school I'm keep more two's than true values That I know how to use I need "how to's" Nigga's believe they can bleed or bruise That's why niggas always leave in two's Weed and booze I'll-have nigga's leaking wounds no coming back home Mom's leasing your room Nigga's lose their grins when it's Lupe and friends And them orange juice Timb's in a foregin coupe that Now and days.. be wildin' and my mic check be betta than they whole album They wonda why they can't it cause my shit stay over there head - like carry on luggage I'd give it to any performer on any - the rhyme in the I am niggas want nothin' of it
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Am I you expected the good die young And I've been resurrected the my son I'm quite impressive best believe it's yayo with 'w?' and them 'lightning?' credits Yo I mouth piece niggas swearing ya tough and ya that sweet that nasty that gushy And that 8-40 hoody with the '????' guts with the AK 4-fully that'll you and ya tux Ya ain't thorough you got it up like '????' Just cause they in suits don't mean they the Bureau Your small so close to worthless Only feds in your is the Postal Service It's all why try and hate us? Don't make me thugs And you shook like Head shots to ruin your 'linings?' and We hustlas flick '????' five '????' nigga?
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