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slayin the reds from the road, this gangsta shits growin old, all i gotta do to beat ya crew is head somewhere cold. never seen -20 below and a frozen afro, man your not in the know, watch my lyrics unfold, i sell em for gold and steal your chick, on the mic you sound old, now shes suckin my dick
A little bit lighter, jump higher
Three points no rims the chain is on fire
Im a third world flyer, 8 foot barbed wire
Soles to the ground lyrics fold to the sound
blowin holes in the toes of you hush puppy clowns
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