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80 degrees when i tell the bitch please raise up off these N-U-T's cos you gets nun of these, at ease... as i bow with the dogg pound chilled with breeze, Biatch,
im just rollin down the street smoking endo, sippin on gin an juice.. laiid back, with my min on my money and my money on my mind - snoop - tha shiznit
dont scratch, catch the blast of the hype verse,
my glock burst, leave in a hearse, i get worse : GZA
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Bring it on down son, so you can get done, I got more styles than the miles to the sun,
Ninety three million five thousand flows, and heres one more for the HOoOoOoOOO'S!!!
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