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Dead The Funeral

アーティスト:Cam'ron  アルバム:Public Enemy #1 

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Killa 'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an' Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough" I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip niggaz The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big liver Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers I don't care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa We celebrities with guns, shooting stars Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards Kid roll, Peter Rowe like Kennedy Friends with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies Some bitched, some snitched, some owed us dough Piss on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so" Check my portfolio, I was poor then rose to dough KNow what I'm about in a drought I score, overflow I'm the waterboy, wet work for water call The price is nice, TLC, some waterfalls Fiends snort it all, this fact I report to y'all Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you oughta ball And where the ballas live and all my friends all to win This the second time around, that shit you call again Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' baby grind Me I'm 86, highest temp, P-89s Everyday we shine, fine, don't pay me mind My watches are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times Mines are more than brothers


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