Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh. Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef. It's real *. North of Death, home of Philly. Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer. Night's gettin' colder. Lost three of my soldie
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Ya know what we doin' here Young, H O V. From the number one, R O C. We got another one Yo, it's a big payback, revenge at the tip of my lips. Grip on my fifth and brought my big K back. Y'all don