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Black Flag Six Pack

so who's to blame Six-pack! They say I'm fucked up all the time Six pack! What they do is a waste of time Six pack! Six pack! Six pack! Six pack!

, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to

is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black

then again It's a shame how niggaz act when they approach us Buck and Boot Camp, is like fuckin' with roaches You need a black flag for that Better yet, you need a black

a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags

clips Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck? QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six

flipping 4-4's but I bet he ain't tipping Dick riding the slab from the grain that I'm gripping hollow tips in the clip might leave a nigga limping Flag

, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down Take me

a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags