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D Bo Hand

No welcome home kisses even though it's been a while. And you tryna play it off but I can see clear through the mirror. I'm looking straight at your face bo

who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four Temple number nine, temple number nine [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the original G-O-D

the mornin', in the evenin' In the nighttime, gotta have it It's a feelin' I can't fight it You got me speakin' another language Bo habibi, nishtage'a, bo

fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment You thought you'd find my weak spot But still you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot But still you failed You thought you'd

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man Old school

lakol (my direction sticks) Original ayisieeennnn kwa d? boukeeee (original haitian croix-des-bouquets (wyclef's town) Gen neg ki pens? brooklyn'm fet ayiti'm fet kwa d? bouk? kwa d

out Second base, I'm getting faked out. Third base, I'm getting take out And I'd try to take it home if I knew I'd take it out But I just don't know

getting head in the car park, new Gallardo This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo

worship black pussy He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo (Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like Chico did D'Angelo's) If imitation was acid, I'd