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. Them niggas fubu they fugazi lean got me lazy. I'm sippin' on that oil, they say they drillin' they don't do that. Say Vic the *** boy that's old news I thought you knew that. I'm in that paper you get
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,. Big Dreams. Dreams, Dreams,. Big Dreams. Dreams. . Verse 2. . I get money like Junior Mafia used to,. On my way to school 10. 000 in my FUBU,. Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows
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. Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats. With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear. Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped. Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap. Ran
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up at Fubu, who made them major. LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor Drop a bomb on 'em, remain calm on 'em. Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charms on 'em. Keep gangsta * pumpin' through
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, Lysol. I'm on the edge, they hopin' that I might fall. I make it work, I'm runnin' with a new crew. And we do dope * you ain't used to. For me, by me, * Fubu. This girl never heard of me, go and check
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huggin on your mistress. From Philly, where cats quick to mute you at. Cuckoo cats, twist back your fubu cap. Crucial black - two chicks to screw you at. Then they shove a poolstick where you doodoo at
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, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm. Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron. I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel. We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools. Next
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feel that bulge through them Fubu pants. You bold huh, wanna feel it in your hands. Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that I want it. God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it. Life is a
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skirts and spikes. The club is so black we can't see our own hands. I know you feel that bulge through them Fubu pants You bold huh, you wanna *** it in your hands. Rub your ass all up on it, 'cause