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My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs
the Benz This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash & prior this gat, it came with 4 stashes Get money, fuck bitches, this is my life She blowin
Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to
N ma neighbors don't speak (why) dey all white N da homies don't speak now cause I'm rich now Ma life is hermay haze n crystal N manage trois out n
(Whhhhhoo) Some Niggas Want To B Mike But Me I Want 2 B Him (Man Lookin Good Man) 4 Finger Rang Rope Chain N Medallion(Dam) Real Bomb Bitch Wita Ass Lika
Lie You Gon Die 4 The Fact That Hood Rules Apply I Hold My Ruger High B4 I Shoot The Sky Shoot Your Alla Shoot Your Father Haze Got Me Super High
I'm starting to feel Lost in the haze of a dream And as I draw near The scene becomes clear Like watching my life on a screen Hello Victoria so glad to
Howie] "Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin' crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns
golds in they mouth Let you know what it is. [Verse:] I been born and raised in the county of dade, The land of the haze, the cocaine capitol. We
nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs
: (feat. T-Pain) [Kanye West:] Let me get my theme music! [x4] [T-Pain:] Baby, just forget everything that you know Let's take it all the way back
(jadakiss) you ready?? {artist} i-i-i-i got a hangover(x4) (chorus) and im buzzin she cussin we gettin messed up she's laughing im drunk and we pouring
nigga You're life or you're not Thug life my life It don't stop It's never too hot And when I die I greet haze with glocks Young crazy californians Postin
(Then they look at you wit they golds smilin') (Let you know what it is) I been born and raised in the County of Dade The land of the haze, the cocaine
it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in
