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Mr 3 2 It S Rough

that note ha It get strange and crazy sometimes, ha [Mr. 3-2] Shit I'm going through it, trying to deal with it It's a must I go get it, cause my pockets

Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it. Here's

picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you possibly

and twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it Rings in ya belly, I can't take it Toss up your Moet, money make it Last week

condom filler Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back

and you support us Strangas, Shadys, Psychopaths and Juggalos Loseas, Shootas, College women and gutta hoes Rock it from prescios doe Drops it just lets it flow Cop it don't knock it

when they competin' It's just too raw for them to think about eatin' If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin

'04 got my paper acts in me nigga I get my grind on, house 3 stairs had it for 2 years Still ain't satisfied that's how Scorpio's is Hot like hot fries

it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight I said hard work