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Vision The Problem Is You

machine And when it's over, you are the one to lose I've got a clue The problem is you Not hard to choose Hard to believe that anything you say is true You

machine And when it's over, you are the one to lose I've got a clue The problem is you Not hard to choose Hard to believe that anything you say is true You

chop sticks, i told you i got this [Chorus] You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich you aint never ever seen good trick You want a problem,

little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me You don't know me, you're too old, let go It

weed or drank, I got some/ This potent dope, let's smoke and choke/ I can put you on a lovely level where you never been/ Especially is you're stressed

you gotta do it And these niggas here is renegades, don't give a fuck But if you're real, then you like it rough, nigga what? You know it, you know

V Red bottoms Lue B's Two fingers to the G's What it is, what it be If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell "FREE TUNECHI" Free, Free Tunechi Till they free Tunechi I'm Q-Vision

JBeez is always styling We bring the raw, the real hardcore Giving you more than what you bargained for Son, so your ass is best to run when you see

they ain't know Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is