of a terrorist or how bout apathetic populace the ones that don't have the time to open there eyes and free there mines what the definition of a freedom
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like double C The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G Fly as hell, shades wire cell On E, sippin P.J., high as hell And please don't even talk about swag
s seen The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto [Chorus]
bout to roll a swisher Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic
holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D
: P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! Who the snitch? You the snitch Who the bitch
E-N-T, faggot Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch Olivia's a bitch (Jersey Devil exclusive) no Olivia's a man, ha ha, God
the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
t gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta Look at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a
wit' metal plates... [E-40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce
t gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta You at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a
O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my
W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen
ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like
about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The
