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Come on, come on Leuchtfolie Bergisch Gladbach Rap dudes, let's rap Rap dudes Yeah, (laughing) Yeah, come on motherfucka Yea I gave ya a hour nigga But now I want my shit back Bring it to ya ass Leichlingen Webseite Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A. I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass Motherfucka
[Lil Fame] Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (Slash) No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude Online Druckerei You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool Any and every individual, this can happen too We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas Werbeagentur Bonn Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried away Cuz I'm a nigga of the Earth, nigga of Sea Nigga of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P. ausmalbilder für kinder I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafucka Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel Who the fuck you think you are nigga? Ron O'Neal? (fuck outta here) All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (bitch) What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo? And when it jump off don't ask did he know Babytragetuch Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe Magnificent, baby
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Firing Squad One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas Illest My niggas You know my steez nigga, you know my steez M.O.P., Fizzy Woe
[Billy Danze] Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior, I'm talkin born and raised That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze (First Family) Suffer for days (come on) And we inheritin them criminal ways I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams And a hand full of niggas that I call upon team By the time I was thirteen (thirteen) I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby It's like I told ya boy, my environment put me on front line (Soldier Boy) Rapid fire the greatest of all time We 'em dance, waitin for Shaq to get back (welcome home my nigga) I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know I exist; that's why my point is gettin missed I walks with my brother Mike Sone, as I stroll thru the ghetto And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros
