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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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wild. Like some * off my dome, that be soundin'. Better than the next man's whole album
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Chorus. . Ooooh noooo. I caught him with a blow to the chest. Ooooh noooo. My hollow put a hole in his vest. Ooooh noooo. I'm bout to send two to his dome. Cry babies go hoooome. . I got
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didn't know this was a crack house. I got my coat and suddenly. The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome. And I said to myself once again it's on. He threw me on the carpet and wasn't
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just can't win. Excellent with the word play, you lay. Face down, when my, mind spray Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max. Lyrics like hype tattoos go over the dope tracks. We booby-traps
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, shot in the dome. How they gon' kill that beautiful sista. Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons. Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing. Tell me who you impressing
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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-E MD Double E'n. I'm not skeezing, but pleasing. All party goers, also behind show-ers. Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome. Out the mouth, to the microphone Because
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it real, word, I gotcha back. Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act. Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack. C'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize. From my sword
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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blows. Tried to go below the belt, through my chest. Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe. This ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymore. TKO. Post-Chorus Justin Timberlake. I'm out for the count
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thirteen. Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams. Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen. Nothin" but blood everywhere, these streets are mean. They spared his life
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and you're home?". He said "Main man, you think *'s sweet cause you're home". I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone. The crackers up there bleaching your dome, you're reaching. I said "The
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Rest in peace to Black Just. Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck. Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome. Definition of good nigga, yo. Gangsters dont die, niggas only
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Rest in peace to Black Just. Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck. Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome. Definition of good nigga, yo. Gangsters dont die, niggas only
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yougnster body shakin who am I to tell ya you aint got it goin on shakin what yo mama gave ya girl you bout to blow my dome from left to the right to the right to the left slow yo role girl cause this here
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I'm still at it, the microphone addict. You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it. Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic. For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra
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the surgeon see. How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool. I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his * cool. But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood. Another dick in the mud
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the surgeon see. How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool. I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his * cool. But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood. Another dick in the mud
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. He came from the streets, the Robert Taylor Homes. Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome. Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars. They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college
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, buddah palm hit Qu'ran. It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme. Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed. Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone. Gun POW to the dome And split
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. And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore. And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out. And we went into a tailspin. And crashed into a hillside. And the plane exploded in a
