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you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides `er

niggaz down in Houston on candy paint All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones All them thugs that

it to a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will

spins, taste the medicine Or face the double M, we came to trouble them Hustle them for their 20 mill then buckle them Enough to spin out the blue, bitches lovin' them

, you know try'n to be the best Muslim i can be Krayzie Bone: I know you done had to knock you a motherf***er out now huh Flesh-n-Bone: yeah i had

I worked hard for everything so why not salute They say a grime pays baby all I got is proof And the Swedish broad better than my main bitch Cigarillo

place called Vallejo, house smaller than a hut First city in California to go bankrupt Came a long way, let the truth be told Penitentiary chances sweating over the stove Seen them

down in the Banog In sorrow may retire And the piper with his bellows May go home and blow the fire Now Johnny, lovely Johnny Is sailing o'er the main

off a round It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s*** The main