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I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a
Yea for the lighter
Anybody here?
Aight, more for me you punk

Look, check it out,

1]
Everybody, he was to hustle
It's a very thin line between the
And the
We soldiers
first in the trenches
Only I'm on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight
Hell's kitchen, raw
Never and bitching and settling
For
Metal in your chest, take a final

It's the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert
Feeding the people if it ain't legal
in the regal or the cadillac
Money probably give yo ass a
Heart
Purchased your last cd I my money

You see the ima see you in the

Survival of the to draw the heaters
And the
Im to be the last man standing

2x]
Crack a bottle for your time
dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front
This for all of us
Thinking bout casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect family
Cause it's the year

2]
Everybody king
Fuck
All shit is bout to me mine
I it all the time
Live your for the day
Easier to than papier-mache
with dre
Graduate to
I still ain't
Bout to blast off
Get in line check the
Ever wonder why certain
get rich
Ain't a bitch
can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my to the street
It's not for you if your is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered sheets
Thats the only time I really find
Having stand-offs with the police
hollywood beef
Grinding my
Have you stuck and in disbelief
New I'm the bad seed
Smoke your weed til my mothafucking

Dedicated to the that despise us
So nobody s'posed to be here
us
Catch a

2x]

3]
I was one never begged for nothing
Me and my homies build

Running your like a bitch cause you
All on my
What is he dogg pound is he still
With tha
Is he rich? is a crip? this is
Business stay the fuck out of my family
A grown man, the of my hand is what
You see
If the make you believe
You check the scan I do the math
Me and my staff run a warpath
A bloodbath, make xzibit a good laugh
It's going down, hit the ground a
Plane
You lil fags ain't for the x-man
and desperate
Young and
There is no guest
Move to the back of the
Yo it's my time, prime time where the
and the rhyme shine