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fed inside children Allow me to explain my cause Who I B E R E, Double T A, N I N E A.k.a K I N E T I C My attribute B O R N, G O D, Allah Searching
the Hump bumped into The old one two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker Biz lay the vapors I'm the vapor sprayer for the Himalayas The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-
ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes (Till they reach the sky) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R Turn y
little girls clapping Black John Johnson N.Y.C. R O C K I N G Son and the moon, earth's, star's and planet's Before the song done y'all going, all understand
s the Almighty, mighty Blackjack Mos Def K West There go people Get this shit off ya chest North to the south To the east, to the west Blackjack, Johnson It's
vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite [T.K
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my way to the dealer's, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again
a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's
pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it's R.I.P One day Dinkie gon be free, no more Penitentiary Up on the stage with us getting paid G's, cause
with, the power to fight boy So, listen I'm tellin' y'all, the warnin' the Final Call We're headin' for Armageddon, it's like that The government's
gun, you need to stand fo' Fuck you bring yo' man fo'? S be the ghost, Double R What First come the hawk, then next come the toast K to the R Double R
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touch you Little fucks you, go play PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K L-Y-N, stay out my way Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K I to the M, B.I. to the end Pardon my
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