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Fed X Other

how. I can't take orders. I just know how. To take over blocks with sacks of quarters I guess my connect Is the closest one to the border. [Chorus: Fed X

more than just a posse of niggas. We tryin to organize a God damn army. Now we didn't think we gon' keep it real, but these other bitch niggas keep it

be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread I mean fed

playground Jews and gentles, fed generation x-files 'cause me and wisdom got a loyal marriage We not africans, indians nor we arabs What? [chorus 1: 4x

and Uey, verbal gymnast Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks leave statistics Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight Half of my life is right, the other

long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X) Verse Two: Jadakiss Yo, you

still knock a simp out Still hitting corners, still hitting switches Still on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd out all dressed in blue To the head to the fed

Died A Violent Death! (Chorus X2) He won't have no head no more He won't have no bread no more I won't have to get fed no more (he's D.O.A) Give em

-ies gon' meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside Meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin' again Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again Dark Man X