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Pack The Watch It Crack

Pack And We Run The Club Boppas Move To The Front Suckas Move To The Back Dj Spin Just Watch It Crack L-Dot-Smith Get It Crackin Ryan Broke Out Yea The Pack

Pack And We Run The Club Boppas Move To The Front Suckas Move To The Back Dj Spin Just Watch It Crack L-Dot-Smith Get It Crackin Ryan Broke Out Yea The Pack

whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed

Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs

many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees It goes three, three, two, two, one, one MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like Ladies

die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please

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the ?lac down Konvict?s got the whole thing packed now Step in the club, the wardobe intact now I feel it, don and crack now Ooh I see it, don't let

And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack Whatever