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a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
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letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue
third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue
killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws they keep away we cool I devised
(Featuring Sauce Money/Joe Budden/Wc/Bun B/Killer Mike/Hak Ditty) [Sauce Money] [Laughing] Brooklyn This is the set-off Kay Sleezy Take it to the streets
when I spark nine At they head hard lodged in they damn spine Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin' Shittin' in a bag and a breath away
stay deep It's Rob G! [Trae:] Yeahh... King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains
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smelly with bullet wounds to the belly My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial I see caskets in your muthafuckin future If you're neutral, stay the hell away
up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue