I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apartĮat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in ’96Īll the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showinĭirty pimpin g’s, one of my dreams, player now listen Got my pencil for utensil, this’ll keep they mind knownin Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
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