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| snatch, rock/pop, rock n roll, hear, tshirt, movie wavs sounds, insulted, online newspapers, panamanian, 1957, | Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen frank adonis shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill frank adonis the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like frank adonis a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? |
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| 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas snatch think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die snatch Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? |
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