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Full Force Ain T My Type Of Hype

fine) Ain't my type of hype baby Ain't my type of hype Go Go Hype Full Force get hype (we're correct this time) Hype Rap Verse 2: (Hype) We're just

a hit, Wit yer lips Pray to the Junkiemaker OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH Pray to the Junkiemaker Take a hit, sit and piss Pray to the Junkiemaker I ain't talkin

my lawn Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven My fam's my strength my pops I got my aim from [Incomprehensible

ain't going back Its freedom or death That be my motive for murder Begin*chorus* *liffy stokes* Now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil

ain't going back its freedom or death that be my motive for murder [begin CHORUS] [Liffy Stokes] now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't

and step on my lawn Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven My fam's my strength my pops I got my aim

'm off the Richter scale They gettin' ready to bring a better deal My raps is whateva, foreva kill Heaven's the mega skill Type my hype shit, wear a crown