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(MS (Hairy Balls)) Aiyo, let the S, heads take deeper breaths when The wind collapse, on your frame, cavin your chest in Praise to the most high, the one who rolls mine Spirit in now in the flesh, you love the way I blow mine (And blow lines, like the herb I twist Blow like fish, jungle when the herb palace) MS (Plus HB rippin the sys, through the legs Once around the back, and then switch) Breakin you down like Henny H., better you Kenny A Quick to point wack competition on they derriere (Border like Perriot) New York to the Bay (Leave our impressions in sessions without a word mentioned) No question my Force is takin it there, makin it clear You tear like it's mace in the air, I'm tastin ya fear And sharp as a spear, describe my wolf pack Don't look back, these niggas got toast to leave ya cook back (Chorus) From New York to the Bay, everywhere in between Makin it seem, like it's easy gettin this cream L.A., B.A., P.A., aight From Brooklyn to Queens, everywhere in between Makin it seem, like it's easy gettin this cream Q.B., B-Ville, Far Rock, aight (MS) Ain't no man like the S, who spit this gift the best Been rockin way before Cocoa B's was Smif-N-Wess And like the best, excite the rest, recite this best (Hit like a human torch when I light ya chest) We be the '90 versions of hippies, is you wit me My heads got they eyes on you, just in case you try to stick me That leave you stiff like a dick, G MS pa, got your brain a chest scar, like a L full of clippies (Hairy Balls) Been through more issues, then the Time magazine A tag to the team, me and this cat named Eugene When I was small he gave H. Balls, sneakers and jeans As I got older, he taught a


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