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the gat and cock it and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
with the weapons and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't
no stoppin', can't stop, won't stop Aint no stoppin', can't stop, won't stop, no Girl you and I know that it's time that we Put everything aside and
God, naw I ain't got nothin' to prove Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools And remember this rule, don't fuck with niggas that ain't
They shoulda been done came I think they scared of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B
R&B and rap, ay you should come through" She said, "Uh, I love to, except I don't like rap Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
't ridin' (ye ain't ridin') Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin' Ye ain't sayin' nothing homie Ye ain't fresh azimiz Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it) You
like we was from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith 'Cause who didn?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and
was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and
MC You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real And radio blackout, your format, is not appealin' R & B can step up, but can't compare to me
suckin' you, you fuckin' her Gettin' freaky and erotic But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R and B You went from Hardcore
man, I wear J's and I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man I done sold it and bagged it I done drove it and crashed it Fucked my credit up smashin
more and enters. It's tiny and typewriter giggles, but it roars again and scares typewriter away. M, magic: Typewriter makes (I think) a rabbit appear and
like: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z Zetock yes he rocks and me and Drizzy both wrote on Detox That was just a footnote How long
mudd and bl0w my green down and call my nigga T PAIN to borrow us s0me buddz and CHOKE till i think imma cry 0h i think imma die naw dawg i just think that im High :: T
