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you know I be raggin Catch me flamed up Hoppin' out that G-wagon With the homies on bloody ave G-mackin' B stackin I'm stackin bridge he's action Bacon
We pimps, if you don't watch yourself we'll take yours I got bread Big bread Know my hands hot 185 but bigger than sasquatch I'm a B-A-L-L-E-R In Florida
[feat. Uncle Murda, Mistah F.A.B. & Grafh] [Chorus: Kanye West sample from "Can't Tell Me Nothin'" (Uncle Murda)] Cause after all of the drama, cause
Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side Niggaz know how we do, right right I can see you back there
up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
(Prinz Pi ft. E-Rich, Biztram, Affen-Boss, Casper, Plan B & Maeckes) Ich wei? weder wer der Mac ist, noch hab' ich 'nen Plan B. Ich kasper rum & bin
my name was Eddie Elisma Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me What's left to see, is that boy R-E double D I'm a star
alta voce racconti horror e poi festeggio. Sei nel fottuto millennio fratello! C'e scritto chiaro sopra quel cartello: "morte al pivello". E' la legge del piu forte e
on black black when we cop rides i will not hide hi mom hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside whippin' the bacon
disappear in the wisp In the mist, with a fist Proletariat, Cad-i-lac steering it Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers Now, I'm making bacon
weak, delicate It ain't hard to sell when I speak Over rock-hard breaks (breaks!) never riddle little beats See me on rap city B-E-T spit graffiti Present