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full of bullets a chest full of teflon. Run from the police, picture that. I'm too fat, * around and catch an asthma attack. that's why I bust back, It don't phase me. when he drop take his glock and
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mor-on. Carry on, forty lead dons went through your teflon. I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm. I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode. Empty out six slick
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neighbor. We played the first Mortal Kombat on the Sega. Back then playing the latest jungle tunes we had on cassette. Those were the days I will never forget Yeah, yeah. Yo those were the days I will
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on my payroll. She don't do it 'less I say so. I don't smoke if it ain't fuego. I should sauce 'em up like Prego. Fettucini with Alfredo. All I wanted was the fame. And every game they made on Sega. I
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Member Mossy, member the sweet dreams. 'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Genesis. Now we live in love like Genovese stash twenty G's ease. Crib in Belize please, forever cheese Crib all fresh
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first sega with sonic. Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics. I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics. You know I blow haze, I'll be blazing the chronic. It got my mind
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nemesis. My power's limitless like Blanco on Sega Genesis. Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me. Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight p-ssy! Hook - Lil Wayne. Bitch I'm a muthaf-ckin Martian (I'm a
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shaker. He's forfeiting all that paper. Niggas coughing off that 8th of. I wanna hit them vapors. It's that sporty bitch that game 'em. They calling me Super Sega hit that! I'm just really out here
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your speaker You wanna see a dead body?. Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party. Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime. My little brother crying. Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
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your speaker You wanna see a dead body?. Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party. Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime. My little brother crying. Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
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cylcicyst. Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis. I orbits the solar system, listenin. Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin. I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin. Man
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your speaker You wanna see a dead body?. Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party. Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime. My little brother crying. Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
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now, 'cuz I done went to war with the other side. Lucky me, 'cuz the enemies mother and brother died Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's. It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death
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fagget. doors cliffed up im like go go gadget. see this * I got on. homie i\'d hate to. my teflon on boy my goverment issue. I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue. your wife on the food talk
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It's the return of the lyrical lunatic still kickin' rough *. What you say, I'll slap your stank ass, bitch. I shake and build my craft like an architect. Teflon style rhymes be Gortex with the
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just get money. And laugh at these * niggas cuz they so funny. All a gangsta do is stay fresh. 45 with the gucci teflon vest. . Hook. . It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map. Got a 50
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dans la bouche tu vas t'égosiller. Armes de guerre dans mon cocotier,. Trois pitbulls pour t'autopsier. Viens m'sucer, je te paye ton billet,. Bananes plantains, poisson grillé. En téflon est mon
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. Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave. Make my headstone read ''head of MMG''. That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see. Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don. Too close to a
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, till the beat is gone. Not in the mafia but I'm the Microphone Don. And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka'. Meet out in the stretcha' step up in my
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bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don) Verse 1 Rick Ross. Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad. I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car. Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage. I court
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rakim. Aiyyo. What's goin on?. The mic lebanon teflon don. I'm back baby. The year of the 9s. And ima have to make these motherfuckers a offer they can't refuse. Yknow?. . Ha, what's goin on
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. Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave. Make my headstone read ''head of MMG''. That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see. Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don. Too close to a
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. Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave. Make my headstone read ''head of MMG''. That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see. Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don. Too close to a
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, But They Work Triple Beams Now. I'm Livin' For Me Now, Cuz I Done Went To War With The Other Side. Lucky Me, Cuz The Enemies Mother And Brother Died. Hot Shot Gun Shell's And Teflon Chest Plate's
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* is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute. But I'm hear to * up your day do. Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo. I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin. Chorus M. O. P. & Teflon
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-destruction. Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin', suckin' away from bustin'. Ya'll brothers laugh now and cry later. I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs
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why do gangstas keep trying . I'm breakin on these muthafuckas like beat, street . I beat other rappers like ?sega beats needs to beat meets? . Vocal technique like Panasonic . My rhythm moves in
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profile. (Rollin) I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker. Grimy by nature, database maker. Play em out like Sega, Saturn. Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres. Testes, crew wearin
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, guess when you're running the game they want you to sprain. Yeah, I know, but I don't get my stress on. Takin' shots, swear it's like my stomachs made of Teflon. They like, "Boy, won't you get your rest
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, guess when you're running the game they want you to sprain. Yeah, I know, but I don't get my stress on. Takin' shots, swear it's like my stomachs made of Teflon. They like, "Boy, won't you get your rest
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, guess when you're running the game they want you to sprain. Yeah, I know, but I don't get my stress on. Takin' shots, swear it's like my stomachs made of Teflon. They like, "Boy, won't you get your rest
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winter ice cold!. 9-karat 44's, and Calicos. Keep a clean nose. And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes (Chorus). Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (B. G. What? What?). Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads
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It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you. Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do. The four pound line, a thirty eight special. With AK shells through your Teflon vest too Yeah
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Bài hát God Bless The Dead(1998 Greatest Hits) - 2Pac. Intro 2Pac. Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz. That's right bwoy, it's goin on, right here. Thug Life. God bless the dead. Verse 1 2P
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Walker Kronkike. Y'all keep the spotlight. I'm keeping my rhymes tight. Lose sight of what you believe. And call it a night. This ain't the light-weight, cake mix *. That you're used to. Teflon
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comin' trough school-faced-up. Blue-faced-up. Frontin' like a dog ya mut. Get touched up *slap*. Thinkin that you teflon proof. Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof. . Hook. *add lines
