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the slammer It's the home of Sho and Hammer Boss ballas move to Atlanta Niggas stole our grammar That's my ropas, that's my nephew, That's my weeples

cryin lil bitches i aint startin wit u girls It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back dumb raps shit my lungs is black uhh yeah its mac, say it again chest

Ludacris song. Limbo's, Timbo's, V-Neck's, Polo's. Make that Booty Jump ju-ju-ju-jump for my pogo. See the way I ball no NBA logo. Mutha Fuckin swag got

and creepin and blowin up shit like da Una Bomber BITCH [Indo G] rollin wit da devil on da level dig yo ditch Bitch hitch wit da hi-ka on da

t wanna death in the studio, another scandel for me i got ??. Raised my 64 11 on the roll, bang, Los Angeles slang, like a double barrel, E ?? in da game

Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout

on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know

Greedy that's why my first week I got a mil It's young money open the bar If they don't know who you is I bet they know who you are No kelly just n.o.

make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about