You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda mix it up whip it up a put in a pot.
Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop it up bag it then put on the block.
I`m a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born babies in car seats I`m suppose to stay straped cause our country likes collard greens and grits which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics but it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-mes scard I`ll be on the team I`ll be 12 like enemies what`s all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots ya mad cause alcapon in a glida(?)(?)(?)(?)(?) like a football playa have a bar-b-que i want bark at you wit ya red shirts look like a football playa you don`t sell dope like me, i was riding the bus with coke way before Tyrese,??? cops is sick of me feds wanna get rid of me cause I`m slanging heavy diddly diddly diddly d
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