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, dis ya song ma, dis ya song

How ya doin ma 
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel
, dis ya song ma, dis ya song

How ya doin ma 
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel
, dis ya song ma, dis ya song

How ya doin ma 
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel
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Never would understand what really matters to Cham so
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I probably shouldn't have done the drugs I've done
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I seen niggas get caught up, right quick
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On the coast they told me I'ma part with Travis, not today
We just wanted what's hot to play
But they gave me no slot to slay
Even though I'm not Lecrae,
my other women miss me
Just by the way she kiss me 
Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys
Ma I'm so trippy
Hard to hold back, scent so sweet
Got
mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' like I'm po', beotch

Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
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are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes
you make it hard to speak
My dream lover make it hard to sleep
.. I wrote a little song about it

In she came with the same type game
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you make it hard to speak
My dream lover make it hard to sleep
.. I wrote a little song about it

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And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'ma run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's time
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God bless his soul while his bodys underground
Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride 
And if I gotta die rather homicide 
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a playa, ma'fuck haters, and this a thin line (shit) but thas what separates us.
If they smart, they are the segregaters, team of Kansas city chiefs, wit
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain

If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
Can I keep both? That's what I wonder
Oh my God, nigga, Ay Carumba

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(This the song you play
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My elementary they gang up on me and sang this song
(sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song)
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been
and all the songs that you've done and all the cats you've worked with,
is there anything you'd do differently?
What I mean to say is, do you have
won't by the time this track is done 
Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come 

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Every time they coming at the dance, what
Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride 
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I ain't have 50
their best friends
And put a whipping on their cunt
They have their mothers to call
But if fucked one mom
You done fucked them all
And I really don't give