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pression augmente autour d?moi J?ai plus d?air Besoin d?espace vital La pression augmente autour d?moi J?ai plus d?air Et j?sens une ambiance brutale J

livin life inside a jail cell I might as well be livin life inside a dirty hell I can't tell [Verse 2: J Flex] As ominous conglomerates gain prominence

were true you wouldn't do what you do but instead you take other niggas ryhmes and beats and say you did them becuz you twisted and twick j-flex with

I introduce myself, and panties start falling No dinner-dates, fuck stalling Your girl, his wife, it don't matter They all want this dick-hole platter It's dangerous for any chick on my arm Other

Straight from the well, as it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell[?]. Come, Yahweh! Come Joshua! Come, David! Confrontation with the soul has come! [Brother J

Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin Why you think the chickens be rollin We got 'em goin [Chorus 2x: Young Neef] You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn) J

no dinner dates fuck stallin your girl his wife it don't matter they all want this dick hole platter It's dangerous for any chick on my arm, other hoes

you fuck your horse Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will Straight folks

a lunatic, bitch West Coast on a wreck, so motherfuck the mainstream You tuned into the gangsta team I broke it down one time for the gangsta flex Snappin