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Ha, I roll on doo like bamboo Man listen, Aknel in condition like shampoo There a man who can handle Once I back you or clap you in your skin like a tatoo
Now to reality, you ain't as bad as me I get down for my clan till call me your majesty Nigga fat as me fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up her blatter be But don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi
tennis, you dealing with a straight menace Wailing on ass like Venice uh, got it sewn like a tailor Float like a sailor, truck like a Scope with the All the above I've done the Australia
Straight bailing you out, one call jail Aiming you out like Master P, that's we be a about I got ammunition for those This ain't R&B, why I'm skipping all that rip shit I land one with the gun
You could go ask Charles and he'll you I'm the man, son My gun had bust many mans, watch mans Get swept the fuck off, there like dust pans You get touched, man, with us man
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You don't a fucking clue (Clue) we came to do What we to do You have a fucking clue What we to do What we to do
Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot My will lay you down to rest And you with that Russell Simmons saint And say for coming out and God bless Bow, fuck bullet proof vest
I got hollow pistol leave you with the infested in the chest It's the Aknel, you know I well I keep the gun point cocked like barbells Who the hell want to this veteran
Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the Bullet in your leave your head in pain On the ground you'll be laying for exceteran ceteran, ceteran But fuck that 'cuz you headed for a wake I threw the gun in the lake, so don't see me upstate
Now they don't have a and shit Around the way I see your name written on the rest in peace in you and shit Your crew they ain't shit Your talking about the city had you suing it
Ha, I got the Michael inbreded on the mack 11 They send punk niggas on the highway to You want to see God hit you with seven You want to see God hit you with about Like you in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to a fear one I swing my hands like Macarena
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