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(Intro: Peedi Crakk)
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH! Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE! Okay, and Free, okay, yeah get wild lady Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama Get wild! Okay [Freeway] Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga! Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area! Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area! Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy [Chorus: Freeway] We rip crowds, whole lot of VOLUME and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the place GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake is all it takes to make her skate FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the block GET WILD (get wild) car keys and a little bit of cheese is all it takes to make her leave [Peedi Crakk] With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s) Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe) I ain't Hov', I just know what I know I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills I, can't deny how the mamis feel Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl P. Crakk and I ain't for play I got a mack that'll change your day Fall back, get your act in tact P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king And we.. [Chorus] [Freeway] Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group? Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof Up on her cell phone, 'Freeway got me in the squadder He a rider, from the block to the booth' I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done But let her spend the night, all night Cause the heat call me a liar She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state And travel across state, with things taped to her waist Mami wanna ride with pa Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch [Chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 3:41 |
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How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out - the music stopped His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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Ross
(push it to the limit) Port of Miami Porting my candy Ain't got nothing to lose (nah) This is part of the family (push it to the limit) Never traffic for fun (fun) Only traffic for funds (funds) All I seen is the struggle (struggle) Its like I'm trapped in this slum (push it to the limit) Niggas were badly paid No water we barely bathed Better be better days on the way That's on my damn grave (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it hard (hard) I'm pushing it south (south) If he pushing the lie (lie) He pushin for Ross (Ross) I waited and waited (waited) I dun ran outta patience (patience) They hated and hated Left em slow dancing and singing (push it to the limit) Fresh in my white tee Mac eleven swear to god I bought my first glock Broke it down and tore the block apart (push it to the limit) [Chorus:] I push and I push (push) I ride and I ride (ride) Trying' to survive on 95 (push it to the limit) Put it all on the line (line) At the drop of a dime (dime) I be pushing them whips (whips) Yes, three at a time (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I handle dope like a Vandal off the banana boat Bananas and the rifles No ? I'm just the man to know (push it to the limit) I paid dues my moves done made moves I'm smooth my suede shoes They new like ? (push it to the limit) Nobody used to speak (speak) Now everybody wave (wave) You dunk your mama house (house) You set your sister straight (straight) (push it to the limit) I'm building a dream (dream) With elevators in it Tell who made the linen No gators got on my hater vision (push it to the limit) I see ya, I see ya suckers (suckers) I see ya clear (clear) I know you see me in that phantom Whiter then ? (push it to the limit) Allergic to broke (broke) Determined to blow (blow) On the boat we hit the working detergent and soap (push it to the limit) We shipping from Haiti Maybe I'm whipping them baby's Let it try let it try to whip a Mercedes (push it to the limit) I'm ranging my range (Ross) In the raging parade (parade) You gotta push it to the limit If you wanna be paid [Chorus] We started minute The money matured My money secured I got bunnies in Europe (push it to the limit) My bubbles be pure Cost like a hundred a pour The world is yours Hundred million and more (push it to the limit) Now I run the streets (Ross) They all mine (Ross) Twelve years over due Call it two time (push it to the limit) I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder (push it to the limit) Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross will be ? (push it to the limit) I push and I push (push) We breaking the mold (mold) We push and we push (push) We breaking the hold [Chorus:] |
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| 4. |
| 4:32 |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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| 5. |
| 4:49 |
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C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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| 6. |
| 4:39 |
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[Chorus x 2]
I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today Slappin' a nigga today This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work; I'm tired I hate my nine to five And I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today Killin' my boss today I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today (it's just a thought, man) Killin' my boss today (yeah) Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking, why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking, why did you take him away? (Why'd you take him?) Why did you take him away? (Hey) I need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) 'Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today (real talk) Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin') Callin' up my mobile, cussin' (cussin') Always yappin' about this and that But she really don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it) [Chorus: x2] Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my forty-five How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away Stereo's taken away? When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away (hey) Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away Wasting my time away? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy) Wasting my time away? (I can't help it) My grand mama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) 'Cause President Bush could give a damn about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (Don't say nothin') Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo) Troops gone, and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised, man) Tomorrow's not promised today 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (Live like today could be your last, man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey) [Chorus: x4] |
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| 3:48 |
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(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house Let's get up let's get down Roll wit the hardcore funk the hardcore sound Let's get wit this mackadocious funk material So simple when I rock wit the instrumental Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit) Control my career so I can never get stranded But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian Changed up they style from jeans to suits and Thinkin about a pop record somethin made for the station For a whole new relation- ship of a new type of scene To go platinum and clock mad green AKA, a sellout, the rap definition Get off that boy, change your mission Come back around the block Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock Let them know your logo, not a black thing My background sing, my background sing for the crossover The Crossover (PMD) The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls I know your head is bobbin 'cause the neck knows (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill Trying to chill, saying ""damn, it be great to sell a mill"" that's when the mind switch to the pop tip (Kid, you're gonna be large) Yea right, that's what the company kicks Forget the black crowds, you're wack now In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw) I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour From the US to the white cliffs of Dover Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover The crossover (Erick Sermon) (So what cha sayin) You want to go pop goes the weasel You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel But you insist to piss me off black So I flex the biceps so I can push em back So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me (Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me (PMD) Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) (Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout 'cause you got gassed and took the wrong route Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline Some say there's no business like show business But if this the truth, please explain why is this Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover I stick to underground, keep the crossover The crossover |
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| 4:03 |
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Ride till I die
Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Let's go We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Once again it's on I'm back in the motherfucking booth These niggaz still lying I'm the motherfucking truth YEEEEEAHHH I don't believe I need some more fucking proof I ain't want the four door I copped the motherfucking coupe HAHA They tryin be me I'm just tryin be G And everything comes to em like you'll see These niggaz in the dark baby I'll just shine I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme Check your watch nigga it's my time HEY Mind made up I was on my grind So pay attention yea you on my time In that case time waits for no man Do it again I done that before man GYEAH M O E he ain't part of the program Or maybe you niggaz ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Yea I blew up but they like that They switched up on me and I ain't like that Sold my first brick yea I came right back Fast forward the tape nigga look at me now And I never turn back so motherfuck that Life is on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day Lord knows I stay high Stay on top Lord knows I'm gon try And live for the moment Lord knows I'm gon die And when I get to hell Lord knows I'm gon fry Woke up this morning so I'm still alive 36 O's I sold them all for five We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Been around the world it's the same ol caine Been around the world it's the same ol thang All the real niggaz either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me homie I'm in the A T L You gotta play it how it go you can't cheat on life Ya better drink a Red Bull you can't sleep on life I ain't tryna do you I'm tryin do me Last album did two I'm just tryin do three Fresh out the block yea the work was hard Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God My PO telling me I need a 9 to 5 But I already got a job and that's stayin alive We count hundreds on the table twentys on the floor Fresh outta work and on the way with some more And I love it yeah and I love it I got gangstas in the crowd bad bitches at my show Parked outside and sitting on vogues And I love it yeah and love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it Ride till I die Lord knows stay high And I love it And I love it |
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| 9. |
| 4:32 |
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Yo, give it to me.. give it to me
Bitch give it to me.. give it to me Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo! Give it to me.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here I'm a legend, you should be popping corks to my beer When I appear, full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick, you thought Doc whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer So every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors Vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen! I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest Rocking, hoe hopping, bumping Lil' Kim shit! Ay yo, niggas popping shit Red - |
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| 3:41 |
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(In background)
Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can that huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne titter.... Chi-Town what's going on man (Verse 1) I drink a boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man bizerk Not to worry the Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back wizzork How do you console my mom or give her light support When you telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmit Till She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing them dynasty signs I'm use to trying to reline I been trying to be sign Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the making man (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now yo This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah (Verse 2) What if somebody from the Chi-town was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt I swear to God driver two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I I look like Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man |
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