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an ounce of Steve Rifkind, that's that green loud Yes sir, no child left behind, pump your brakes (scr) Snitching in the kitchen you'll get baked served,
Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin' To catch somethin so dope, it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin' I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions
deceased, yeah, woo-ooh, woo-ooh First message, message marked urgent Xzibit, it's Rifkind, remember me? You know, Loud Records? You haven't called
killin Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe rifkind? ? (rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!! I strangle angels from a brooklyn angle Rectangular mangle (and tango) incur
to find the treasure that I ramble in Putting on my shoes with the lifts to walk it out No disrespect to Steve Rifkind, that is not allowed The beat's
the best man win They passed on me from Pittsburg Slim But in the end I am kickin' it with Steve Rifkind Enough said Well except, "Ayo, Steve, do you have
over for you (woop) Up twenty buck, put up ten I bet you thirty that a dirty line will leak from my pen And my pen only Yup Rifkind told me that we'll
career's been a treadmill I'm ferrari driven An elevated version of Stoute Lyor and Rifkind Take my belt off whop you and your siblings God m c they speak
livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit Though a few haters wann' Kinder it. I'm comin' wit' some different shit An' these offices all about my paper,
thickened up to cover up all depictions this mission has pitched in Zach Sitchin to Jerry Rifkind listen to my 6th sense Take hints on events to come
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