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more needles. And you tell me that you're drug free. Drug free. Mista mista. I haven't ate anything for a week. Can I get a quarter?. Hell no motherfucka. What can a quarter get you?. Nothing
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more needles. And you tell me that you're drug free. Drug free. Mista mista. I haven't ate anything for a week. Can I get a quarter?. Hell no motherfucka. What can a quarter get you?. Nothing
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more needles. And you tell me that you're drug free. Drug free. Mista mista. I haven't ate anything for a week. Can I get a quarter?. Hell no motherfucka. What can a quarter get you?. Nothing
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particular cat. Now I done seen him before, (Can you remember where at?). Well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat. Or at a party and *, ?or drive through of a quickie split?. But the
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done drove me crazy. I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that versace!. Then I spent 400 bucks on this. Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this!. And I can't even go to the grocery store. Without
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don't wanna be. You're standard, firm set in your silly ways Look at myself in the window of a drug door. Wink at the size. Look at myself in the window of a toy store. Look in my eyes, never ever
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a. m. So turning into his street. He stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch. That soon covered the reluctant eye Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next. He would call a doctor
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all di dollars. Weh fi ever the score. But she wanna run. Her own drug store. . Chorus
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all di dollars. Weh fi ever the score. But she wanna run. Her own drug store. . Chorus
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all di dollars. Weh fi ever the score. But she wanna run. Her own drug store. . Chorus
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the jugular. Kids take my styles like D. A. to drug smugglers. Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical Charmin. You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit. In the wintertime yo I be killin
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Grande . You gotta have the cash in store . To reappear on our front door . Wicked, wicked Wonderland . It's like crossing the Rio Grande . You gotta have the cash in store . To reappear on our front door
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Whoo your love pretty baby, I have in store for you. Whoo your love pretty baby, I have in store for you. You know I love you baby, I hope you love me too Whoo your kisses pretty baby, that I'm
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going on. Says there's nothing he can do will change anything. He doesn't want to know what's going wrong Because he's in love with a drug. One that makes him numb. One that stops him feeling at all
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