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S.A.R.S coming for a nigga, nigga.. they want me to pay tax, tax.. fuck outta here with that bullshit nigga i ain't got no job yet, unemployed i ain't got
S.A.R.S Parte I La mafia desafía una travesía de mentiras caen las cuentas se aproxima la tormenta la batallas en papeles se incrementan dirigentes
voluntario del S.A.R. Pero siendo del pueblo yo también me caliento cuando veo injusticia saco mi puño abierto en octubre entre todos volteamos al gobierno soy
Let's bring back lepracy Or S.A.R.S yes maybe Or a qudrapalegic It's sick how quick you turned You played with fire And I got burned And twice not you
spittin the S.A.R.S I'm a hood celebrity About to be a big rap star Fuck ya time Cus you wasting mine Gotta smoke thirty L's Just to relax my mind One more
hands Comical No iron man turned them into sand I'm just a bully with bars Make it hard to breathe for them S.A.R.S Switch fields no effort like God
Supercharged motors, they be stingin' like a bumblebee I'm not worried about a nigga, I go everywhere comfortable That back like J.B. with that S.A.R. and drop
of the light in its hay day Where the shots go astray al day Catch me playing ball as eye ball As I brawl D to the fi I'm sick like S.A.R.S And you soft like
the contraband That's the money ama'gumsha invest in a i.s That's that I do not pay S.A.R.S Backpack full of cash when you spend it you laundering That's what you
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