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C Loc Get Yours

get they time to shine You get your neck broke or choked for fuckin' round with mine Ya heard me??!! [Chorus: Young Bleed] Get Yours! Never holdin' up when I get

' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut

and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead

us! Why they wanna test? Now you rockin' with the best and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest. Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: "Stack Your

Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey Now who the master to beg? Your

set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get, jacked for they

get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this (Snoop: BEEEYYAAACHHH!) (chorus) Kurupt: ...To the store, to get

stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?) (With your

boy, with the back of my tech Yeap, your fuckin group fell flat without me You mad, what you gonna do rap about me? Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre And your