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in the club doin' my two-step, I pulled about 8 broads already I'm just getting my feet wet But I ain't even knocking yo style 'Cause I'd be here all
private escapes So when it?s time to get that money nigga I?m never late I?m still the prince of the O-town Make them hoes go down Since I turned 21
to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that who?d ya think
crib, brand new clothes Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch Where am I gettin the money? mickey d's ain't paid me shit I'd make up a story
' out liquor for 'em, God send me back And I'll never shed tears, my heart is like a stone now Never thought I'd live to see 21, look I'm grown now Never
from the nine. Paint a picture with words you can see me when I shine. Put my back on the wall nigger watch me go for mine. I let 21 shots off all at
' through that glass like, ?See you in a minute'? That's not the Bigg Boss Dogg I've been in it since a youngin', I'm a Eastside hogg 21st Street ridin
Verse 1-Jay-Z) like a mamma you birthed me, brooklyn you nursed me schooled me with hard knocks, better than Burkley they say you murked me by the time I was 21
car, to the crib up the stairs, to the bed In the morning you'll be cooking us set Ooh baby, I love the smell of your perfume And if we were kids, I'd
them private escapes So when it's time to get that money nigga I'm never late I'm still the prince of the O-town Make them hoes go down Since I turned 21
it like that? Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie
your eyes While you think that they're all still alive Till the taste of the tears will remind What you feel What you'd fear What you'd find Its the
, when I met her we be talkin bout our blind date, she was like all they do is waka flocka my stay. I might wipe her up long as shawty cookin right, hit the 21
Teen drinking, is very bad Yo, I got a fake I.D. though Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me One, here comes the two to the three to