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the joints. Like bow. Blast nasty, fight pow. Styles takin' you to the bank. Me bulls pack shanks. Lick that clit in a six hundred Benz tint. These degrees is hot. MC's get-got. Comin' ta tangle
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saviors. You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya. No pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y. I came to bring your phony hip-hop, to an ending. My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
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legend or your benz. The rave of the town to your foes and your friends. . So push it, along, trails, we blaze. Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise. The tranquility will make ya unball
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. Then press second floor. So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show. Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz. And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends. And in the middle
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got to sleep on that hoe then. Now tell that to your girlfriend. You tell her everything else. She goin to be with her boyfriend. You goin to be by your damn self. While I'm in my benz with your
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. My homeboys tried to warn me. But that butt you got makes me so horny. Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin. You say you wanna get in my Benz?. Well, use me, use me. 'Cause you ain't that average groupie. I've
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' pop up unannounced. To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds?. You know the future of the bounce. Refrain Future. Count so much money 'til my skin peel. Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp (Yeah
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a Benz-o. Beat a police outta shape, and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape. To tape off the scene of the slaughter. Still getting swole off bread and water. I don't know if they fag's, or what
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a Benz-o. Beat a police outta shape, and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape. To tape off the scene of the slaughter. Still getting swole off bread and water. I don't know if they fag's, or what
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no way that I can rob ya (straight up). She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (on God). I've been counting M's, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin (on God). Put my mind to it
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gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor. Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky. Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box like hockey Especially when a **** ride it like jockey. From the Benz to the range
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as I compose like Mozart. Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?. Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz. I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
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stones on my neck, uh. They must have looked at Medusa. Pockets Rasputia of course. I drove some rims to court. I *** some twins before. I had a Benz before, this is the sin report. This is the murder
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know what I've been up to. Killin y'all niggaz on that lyrical *. Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips. And I am (here's to the roc). And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them