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The Starting Line Drama Summer

We could wait for the wind to blow Or give me a look so cold It gives me chills And ends the summer war My eyes roll Around and over and again Falling

We could wait for the wind to blow Or give me a look so cold...It gives me chills And ends the summer war My eyes roll Around and over and again

down is karate chops Niggas getting left right in front of the Marble Precinct Leave them like them Jordans, red dot, leaking I'm fifteen when I first starting

ain't ready for war R.O.C too strong for y'all It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with ya thin ass

dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes We was in the studio, when I first got signed He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines

you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-

get blown, who own this street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin' debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin' Fine line

is perilous street legend evolved into the most scariest therapist words physician drama enhance the third power radiation is caused by my potent nuclear word drama

manners learnt to handle anger animal behavior later on my block rocking with my jocks on eating Bon Ton chesse popcorn humming a KISS rock song socks long to my knees summer