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bodega I got my tops from ([Mysonne:] Mysonne) I give the same old money to the same cop's bum [Mysonne] If I could start from scratch, I'd bring daddy

I'ma say fuck you Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 Call me Will, enemy I state When four doc run the scam New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand Punch, atomic bomb I hit many From

s yo life. Ballin, hit the scene. Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)* Get yo grind on man. (Get yo grind on) Get yo scrilla on (The scrilla, scratch, paper

gun-loading sound) from here on 'n My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna

now, son. It's on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick. I'm back! fuck that shit! Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this

it's me they inspire to be Feds on my back from my ties to criminology Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B Where I'm from, for (president

sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When I?m off that Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. I?m hard and wet O.e. kept tellin? me no But this smirnoff

till it'll make me hear Get her dizzy off the stanberg Girlie had to run for months to pump up but i'ma handle her Like a man, i'ma stand if I fall And

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