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of all her businesses and properties.
But the real trouble began when her boyfriend knew about this; he was selfish, notorious, he wanted all
boys hungry police wey won chop
Yes officer! please tell me why you stop me
All my papers dey plus photocopy
You no go fit to job me
I'm a barrister I
I used to ditch school
Meet with Blacks
And we would rap
Now my broski
In them chains
And I need him back
All those that hits
That we made
We was
on me
Cause best believe it man i know how it be
I got India forever my g
So RIP to E.R.I.C
I know who for me with no caller ID
No entourage
This is all i
four, five, six police show up and act weird
Then all of them take off except a short chubby guy named Tubbs
I would later find out that Tubbs' son
( police talking )
attention all units in the downtown area
suspect wanted for a possible 187
last seen at the corner India (?)
suspect
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two model, now check it out
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke,
And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence
And duct tape the grandmama, strip a man of all his honor
Out here tryna be a G, now you wish you
Police
Man just shot the kid
The man Just shot the kid
Later they gonna say
Say he got Dismissed
I thought the police was a Duty
But since i was born it's
rubanda kora bucece
Dukorere ipinda
I had butterflies in my tummy
Police found the way they was coming
Had to run it back into the living room My Heart told
or no grades, workers are unemployed and has a hard time to make ends meet, and we got ghettos which are lawless and out of the police control.
J:
I feel like Chance over this beat but I can’t ride the wave
They left him bleeding in the street it’s blood all in his waves
Doctor said I could
ten
The plug say he gon' stop sendin' the bows, we keep stretchin' his friend
Well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again
Jason hit
liquid I might get me a lamb truck
Never worked a real job I'm all bout a fast buck
Something kinda Like meet at joliceur and monk
Servin' baseheads hand
niggas do the ironing
Police don't wanna see another black man
In the chart but I keep on climbing
Ten million views on WorldStarHipHop nigga I'm smiling
down in your soul
A simple calculation tells you all you need to know
That you're alone in the universe like everybody else
All the better reason to keep
girl
Cause I would like to get to know you girl you're a beauty
Forget about your shows yeah forget about your duties
Promise we will get along all day
bows while
I'm out here counting cheese with the villains
Nigga was posed to been dead like them Jurassic niggas
This ain't call of duty ain't using
call my shorty (Skrrt, what?)
See a opp, bitch, I'm a pop, hit him in his shit with my new .40 (Graah)
I gotta leave, don't wanna see the police, know
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