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Hottnes, Then swap spit with hot chicks And get my cock licked. I'm a rot pit Mixed with a little bijon. Hugh Heff in a flesh Stay rollin' with three
G with the dip that was down with me from the whole front Now front me never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Fix
they in yo' - mouth So we love that k-k-k-k [hook] [twista] Now i got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And i hope we be the same thang -
Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed In other words, teflon tops with (keflar?) nuts The closest I ever been to ass was cigarette butts
all wanna do (tell me) (JD's RAP) See around here We're just too much We could slow it down and ya still couldn't Catch us My town Full of heavy hitters, Bread
say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'm
to say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah,
to say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'
my plan Know what I?m sayin?? I?m from the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other All uncles and
we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same
death that's painted by the numbers with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it we played against each other
we gon' keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right (I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks) (Good lookin' for the bitches butt
man It's the third album, we still grindin, we still in the trenches doin our thing State Prop' for life, you know But we growin, we grindin (This beat
We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna We gonna
Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be I say beef as dead meat who that the president, yeah, me No one scare me and you ain't gotta double
do What y'all wanna do Tell me See around here We're just too much We could slow it down and ya still couldn't Catch us My town Full of heavy hitters Bread