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in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz Man
] You niggas in trouble man I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me I swear to God man Everytime I say something, it's hot This shit just come outta me man
Cause my supplin ya se cava and ya don't have to pay" Say what I don't have to pay man yo how can this be So I say como se llama and he said "its called
live inna dream Sunday she wah fuck, him gone buy ice cream No worthless man nuh deh pon di Gully team Di gyal dem see di Gully God and start scream [
with me shorty take your lil' on the school (School) Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma (Drama) I hit her with the llama to get this kick (Llama
The arch villans, when the blood start spillin, any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin em Yea, now I got it in the smash, a ounce ya man wanted and a llama
only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude: movie sample] Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax Word... Word... [Chorus: Method Man (U-God
villans, when the blood start spillin Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em Yeah, now I got it in the smash A ounce ya man wanted and a llama
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Nennt mich Gott oder wie es Euch gefallt verkauft Eure Sunden fur teures Geld der Heiligenschein ist total verdreckt die Glaubiger sind - sie sind mit
Nennt mich Gott oder wie es Euch gefällt verkauft Eure Sünden für teures Geld der Heiligenschein ist total verdreckt die Gläubiger
ggas in trouble man I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me I swear to God man Everytime I say something, it's hot This shit just come outta me man
Mob affiliated baby, like I'm a Gotti Llama by me, I rhyme like I'm some kind of kamikaze I'm the head of this rap shit I got a lot of back like Buffie
are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don't matter This muthafucka (They
Yayo] Niggas wanna kill me I'm gettin money for God sakes That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Cornflakes Kick in the door man, spray the 44 man That mortitian morg man Fill you with straws man
pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas I'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
