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it's horrible And ya niggas can't stand it, until you left stranded And then vanish, understand it, capsize I release hoes that can't be sold Your goal like gold, that's

You gave me your ace card I gave you my time In a day of confusion I said Id stash it with mine But now my temperatures rising My back has grown

' actually learn But not now 'cause, girl, I got tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn

New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's

't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me You won't

like the cut of your J.I.B" Oh! Don't believe 'em when they say That you don't get nothin' for free It's all for, follow me now There's a campaign of

the world 'til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror,

me, But you don't got a million more than me, Let's be real. Ahahaha Let's do this thing. Jeah. Now I don't normally do this, But ahh, let's get it

Wow throwin' it up B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up Kay keep tellin' me to speak about da rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da