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baby. I'll forward this to your friends and family. Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis, Lets think things out before we conclude. Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures, But this
on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday Back to L.A. This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill' In three hours ma the streets
To This Day They Show No Remorse Their Idea Of Parental Guidence Would Be To Always Use Force What Makes This Tale All The More Gory Is That This Song
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A fat lady soprano - loads my ammo Hear my jam - with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels
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, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah) Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey