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work, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone And
the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm
the schoolin Y'all got y'all, sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefas We got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefers My work is,
hearin wankstas talkin greasy Whether broke or rich my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my
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Alone", God smash you I will pop lamb the chrome at your broad and you I will have Xzibit "Pimp Your Ride" then carjack you Have him shoot you dead, you
like years ago woah wo woah wo woah wo. Verse 2 Sticks an stones break bones but what i say'll hurt you worse, leavin you feelin dead an buried like
, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone And