fat Bald men who run it - the fat bald men Who the fuck you lookin at? Who the fuck you lookin at? Who the fuck you lookin at? Who the fuck you lookin
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, lugar good, catch a bad one Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P? Not
us definition whilin', Ninety Ninety Five, how many heads are gonna fly with that rootin' tootin' southside shootin', Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin' with Huey Newton, Fuck
and me Put the swishin' in, Put the weed in D Roc get the gin, I'm gon bring the hen We don't give a fuck, we get fucked up Nigga throw up from the
content to walk a little slower Because there's nowhere that I really need to be And I find that life is easier when it's just a blur With no details to confuse Who
manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been ripped So I must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World
the chromosomes I'm a purist to this artform Enlighten who I touch and let the world catch on [Talib Kweli + Bahamadia] Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who
with exactlin flows that attract befores when it comes to rappers like smores that cause puke I duke newcomers and those who slumber (Ha Ha Ha) I under ones who
you become her Then your life becomes a blur and you forget who you were" I guess he's right, I look in the mirror and I don't know who I am I'm lost
, To write a verse, fuck I'll do it for ya, You still lick dick, this is Booshu Babara. Do you know who, do you know what, do you know who? Let's keep
fuckin' around Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me Y'all niggas keep fuckin
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat I don't think like usual people Who think like usual people, who don't think right I think like Muslims, in movements of people Who
hustling on the block Settin' up shop crack cocaine bottle of red tops Youngins with the boom box lettin' they head bop My vision was blurred Like the
A slow blur existence, wading knee deep in sin Clutch at the ulcer, acknowledge the frailty within At dawn we begin again You who have never seen your
, INS, yo, these niggas talking real stupid, again Nigga, you know what it is, nigga How you gonna stop the real, nigga? It's impossible Nigga, fuck is
man-hoods, just been stripped I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split Man fuck this shit, yo I'm going the fuck home World on
time, tired of your lying Really though how much time you think I got? The clock is ticking, it's ticking away You're slippin' away fucking the honeys
