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Boy Kill Boy Six Minutes

Six weeks on the way So get up, and get up, and get up [etc] Maybe he's gone to stay now So get up, and get up, and get up [etc] So slowly, she goes

s pro'ly gonna eat you like canned spaghetti She's pro'ly gonna kill ya; still wanna check, see? Have a little quick look? - Go on? She's pro'ly six foot

Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy

Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy

Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot And I

and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the break of dawn Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and

there with a damn machete, She's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti, She's probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see? Have a little quick look, She's probably six

get back, get back back, you better Doin' a box of doctrine on stompin' oxygen [Unverified] wit fork to your optic lens Hittin' wit a sudden force Leave your boy

Wun, y'all done fucked up now Oh, shit, 'Ryde Or Die', nigga It's Yung Wun with the big gun What you gon' do, boy? You betta sit down, boy, we don't