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The Fast Track Good Night And Good Luck

pen on the page let it write what you can't say So I'll stand alone And no ones hand Comes close To grasping mine but I I'll take my heartache and I'

Take a personal Take it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you And if they agree with you, then your crew too I never diss an emcee, I wish 'em all good luck

ain't no thang to me Give a nut check, and I see you outta place And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes To stop the funk

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bitches venacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and

the late night clubbin' alcohol consumption, if it wasn't one thing, it was always somethin, she loves that attention, and did i mention, that i paid for her car and

Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers

on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I

ain't no thang to me Give a nut check, and I see you outta place And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes To stop the funk