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SCARED. iN THE BRiCKS WE STAY GETTiN MONEY. AND WE QUiCK TO BUST A HEAD. BET NOT MAKE A FALSE MOVE. i BET THAT ASS END UP DEAD. iN THE LAST PARKiNG LOT. WHEA THE SHOP BOYZ BE. EVERYBODY ON THE GRiND
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address ya back. Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps. And I doubt that cha'll cats can * with that You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy. These ryde or die boyz will rough you up. You
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Ahh, Southside is who I be!. Say I got my G-Spot Boyz with me, ya dig?. Prince Charming and my boy Slizz. And we gotta new dance for y'all, ya dig?. Ya dig?. . Bitch I'm wide. Do da stanky
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Ahh, Southside is who I be!. Say I got my G-Spot Boyz with me, ya dig?. Prince Charming and my boy Slizz. And we gotta new dance for y'all, ya dig?. Ya dig?. . Bitch I'm wide. Do da stanky
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Ahh, Southside is who I be!. Say I got my G-Spot Boyz with me, ya dig?. Prince Charming and my boy Slizz. And we gotta new dance for y'all, ya dig?. Ya dig?. . Bitch I'm wide. Do da stanky
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Your sorry eyes, they cut through the bone. They make it hard to leave you alone. Leave you here, wearing your wounds. Waving your guns at somebody new Baby you're lost, baby you're lost. Baby
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I lost the sunshine and roses. I lost the heavens of blue. I lost the beautiful rainbow. I lost the morning dew I lost the angel who gave me summer. The whole winter through. I lost the gladness
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Song Lost - Red. Can I be dreaming once again?. I'm reaching helpless I descend. You lead me deeper through this maze. I'm not afraid. I'm lost in you everywhere I run. Everywhere I turn I'm finding
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However long Im under makes no difference. However long Im down therell be air for me. All Ive had thats lost thats gone it falls away. Ill come up in my time therell be no fear for me. I walk
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Say if you ain't know. We go by the GS Boyz, Soufside. Prince Charming and Mr. Marc D. You nasty Hit the booty, hit the booty dew. Now hit the booty dew, do it. Hit the booty dew. Now hit the
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while. I'm lost, so lost, so lost. I'm lost, so lost. Lately, I've been scared to pray. And I'm aware that's something that I probably. Should not say. So, mom, please, can you cover your ears?. I'm not a
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cop car. Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop. Me and my band, man. On the yacht wit Marilyn Manson. Gettin a tan man. Uuwaaa. . (Cool) you know me. Wit a skull belt and wallet chain. Shop boyz
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cop car. Whoop, whoop, whoop, wha, whoop. Me and my band, man. On the yacht wit Marilyn Manson. Gettin a tan man. Uuwaaa. . (Cool) you know me. Wit a skull belt and wallet chain. Shop boyz
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G'yeah, Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, PJ. Sir Daily, C-Ward, we the Boyz N Blue motherfuckers What the, what them boys gon' do. When them blue boys come through. Blue-blue toys at you. Pointing
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Well, I'm alone and feeling lost. If I could only have it all. Then I'd be alright. 'Cause I can't see who I really am. Through all the doubt I'm living in. But I'll know it, yeah. Right before
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