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Direct Hit 3

Honey, honey, won't you quiet it down? We've got a problem, got the cops all around screaming at me - no, I can't tell you why - but if we try and

They came for me in the middle of the night They came for me on a wave of panic and fright And how I wept for all their problems Oh how I wept for all

eh. I dedicate this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho) You know, Poppa L.Q. Phats, Bossalini (Bossalini) Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx) 3 Times (3 Times) Cydal

ya death date Rook down a E4 look, it's checkmate No other way to describe a catastrophe The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit

my location is where they run the operation You either stuck or getting bucked by the train station Word is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up

Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin? my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it?s ?, stop me But then I hit ?em with a flow, that

you searchin for some (pussy) ain't nuttin here, baby Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin out And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy Don't hit

your girlie lick them Every time we rollin' Twiztid's gotta roll a joint I almost died from inhilation comin' back from Cedar's Point Hookers and zombies in every direction

less stress left with no extra You's a mess, true depressed steps can infect ya I'm a product of some shit gone wrong Even though I speak to many with a hit