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Born In A Cent All We Can Do

DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER! Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse! Follow orders now! -

You a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums Bitch Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth Can

' that turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one, on one We

draw y'all Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all Fly ass niggas, I reroute all y'all If it ain't for the

a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto

what else can all those muscles do And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too" Can you swing a hammer boy? Yes sir

a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga Think it's a game

nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty Blaaat, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a nine Face stone and the

around a cold gold can Someone once said health is wealth, so check self I gots a perfect check up, 'cept for a hiccup, roll with no stick up How can