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[Chorus] Autoscheiben Folien Most thugz front when they get the change (say what) Some thugz hit the blunt when they get to state (say what) Like thugz that make cheddar then they make plans
[Verse 1] I cool J, N.Y. two K, rule milleniums with my compadres Osterkarten Kinder They toungue slay with really nothing to say They pack guns but I stack one's I'm second to none, my hot streak's just begun, uh You wanna bring beef you got to serve it well done You ran the wrong way now you living on the run Not some, each one are bums, everyone Selber basteln Coughed up a lung became my son, planes, I brung, platinum weighs a ton Heavy on the chest, I pity all the rest, I put em to the test, I spit it like I'm blessed I testify, I have no need to lie, I buried many, still many wanna die I zone out crazy, staring don't faze me, got yo whole strategy shook, It's full daisy Pilates Instruktor
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[Verse 2] Clap, reload, clap, reload, got yo pegion sittin in my lap, E-X Plode Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat, cause once you cross over baby ain't no Online Game coming back Believe that, I blows when I hit that, shop till I get that, never mind a setback No time to wet that, a lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that Creep with my Cd, don't let em know you buy that Wanted a snitch, one in a whip with the Lo-Jack, callin 9-1-1 to get the L L Briefpapier gestalten back O-Ri-Ginal bells L L, rock em till the fell, competiton bail Look like Mitch Green when Mike had him swell Wrote all them rhymes, and never gon sell Meanwhile I'm counting prezzies in the tel And in meanwhile I throw my baby in Chanel versurft
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[Verse 3] Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on Layin low to catch you on stage, so I could run on Matta of fact you not my level, I throw my son on Mission is complete, technique is unique, uh, defeat, the rhyme weak Yo mind a deep weak, you wanna make beats and give Jeeps the creeps Even if you walking wit yo walkman in the streeta, acted gassed up, but you really on E How you coutin yo papaer kid witout a G.E.D Slow down let me do my thing now hold up Maybe that's the reason you streesed, quick to roll up Put the L down, pick the other L. L. up Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe up Watch me closely, (Boom Boom) I'ma blow up Spend the whole rest of my life, stacking doe up
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Whoo, Bennie Bigs you hot with this one dog... .....talking untill end
