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on, the club jumpin', I'm tryna get my liquor and You wanna suck the dick again, I'm starin' at your thicker friends I guess I'm like Will Smith in '

in the doom, prepare for Satan So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will

friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling each other

? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith

finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new So this one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a Time after time after time after time I know what you will

'em illness? I'm on the couch, interviewing Dr. Phil shit It's the danger zone, I gotta hit the killswitch On this pursuit of happiness, I play Will Smith

heard before The uncut raw I'm Erick Sermon And I'm Parrish Smith Never seen before, or heard before The uncut raw I'm Erick Sermon And I'm Parrish Smith

sent inside of him And seein? the good he had within him, let him out again No longer for a big time baller with Big Willies like Will Smith, now call