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The Crown Give You Hell

! Don't you try! Don't you try to bring me down! In for the kill! Primed for hate, prepared to fight, I'm gonna win! I'll give you Hell! Pray to

kill! Don't you try! Don't you try to bring me down! In for the kill! Primed for hate, prepared to fight, I'm gonna win! I'll give you Hell! Pray to

you To toss your dreams away Then turn around and blame you For the way you went astray A foolish heart will cost you sleep And often make you curse

got a quarter pound o' weed And a big thing o' crown Shit, my dick hard now Just lookin' at these bitches Wit these big soft asses and these nice round titties While you gigglin' You

I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the president And reppin both states (back here in Carolina) Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal

a clown, I gotta hold my ground Hear the slug comin' when it come you fall down Buck down, dead sound that's what you found That's what you get when you

night you?re just a drag You?ve been long gone, long gone You are working from a point of depression Isn?t it amazing when you find you?re slipping? You

come to her in her dreams The child you bare is a king He's the heir Magnificent chair Also shall wear the rings Till I give em a pair of wings In January

', complainin' It's too this, it's too Dogg, It's too valid yeah, yeah See what the fuck happens when the C.I.A. conspired? Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow