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I paid 10 bills for the get ill.. And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled Bo know everything from sports to other stuff But I bet you Bo

the applause it dies When the praise is less if my face is depressed, then/It's cause my value and worth is in the volume of the work I produce in the

concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My

you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume

Run some came and my name then I know I'm in Oh that's your cousin Even better when I'm drinking yen On the average player scale she about a 10 And her

the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10

four, and like it's a Houpe On the highway for the loot, and D-Bo hanging out the roof To for them niggaz not knowing, we be on that other shit Pop the