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Fantastic 4

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You never hear that we buckle Beef? we chuckle Scuffle over a game of pinochle Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double Unless you want trouble Oh, you realer now? I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul Girls grope then I smile That's when they fall cause they met my balls Right after I played ball No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all? O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass At this other lady's pad To get it on I had to call up desert storm My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all My crew'll break each shoulder I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers We keep two bones and two phones in each rover We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off Y'all all soft from smokin nicholi nigga, like volkof Know what I mean yo? notice the cream grow I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though Jumpin outta lex coupe With jimmy jones right next to me in the benz truck too Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll wit god, the squad and ts Out wit the b.s We platinum, they even doubted jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown Talk of the town Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on a serious tip You keep playin' and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the acura Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that but don't think I won't counter act My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fu With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit Now it's a symphony Without me on it, it ain't a symphony My crew shit on cats without tiffany N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat I don't complain about the track, give me any beat I get hed in the wip on any street I fuck wit clue, other cats is snakes I've been fuckin' with clue since he made 60 minute tapes We copped mad bottles and


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