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Jackson Joe Be My 2

like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping! " [beat starts] [Intro 2: 50 Cent] Easy man! Niggas better be

-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my

car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother

presidency I'm never givin' love again Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican Now I remember I used to be cool till I stopped fillin' out my W-2

time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it's time ya bow down in [?] Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural

you know the way Im feelin is plain to see Lets take a private plan listen to Tina Marie Steppin of the jet, be flyin coast to coast You can be my super

2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it's time ya bow down in ? Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm

a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind on my long erection Now it's time ya bow down to the rectum monu- ment in my honor cause bitch I'm