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You Wha, wha, yeah. It's like a team over here daddy. One for all, and one for one. (Let it flow, flow, flow, ahh yeah). If it ain't that then it ain't right. If you be knowin' that, you'll be ai
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Verse 1. I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord. Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me. and why's it so rough when you're young and black. They say you go to jail or get strung on crack. Why t
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I'm not the only one living here. Please be considerate and leave a nice message after the tone, one. I just wanted to speak to him, I got too much words. I got a lot of words, let's see, yo, yo Li
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I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday. I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass. That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead. Think you the *, leave me your chick, the light ain
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My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa. I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean. They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy. And have me and crone their dreams By the
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All for one, one for all. This is motherfuckin' beautiful. Talk to 'em baby This for the cold D's that won't snitch. For the murderers that won't miss. For the hustlers that'll front bricks. For
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Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas. That know that doing their time is better than tellin'. Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift. And all the hustlers on ninety
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f/ M. O. P. Styles. My style's louder than a stereo. Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers. then show up at the burials. I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
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I like to dedicate this mother * album,. To my brother,. Who's gone but he still here with me,. No matter where you at we always together,. No matter where I'm at we always together,. And, beside
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right on Broadway. Then she go and get a doobie wrapped. Lookin' at the God, like we all a little. One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke. Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door And it's
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baby. Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby. And all you gotta do is chill a while. And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles I got a story to
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Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
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Holiday, get some of this motherfuckin' paper around here please?. *, I'm * up, I ain't the lyin' type Can I get paid?. I'm just tryin' to make some cash. I'm just tryin' to make some cash I told y
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!. You dealin with the set, YO! so y'all throw it up! Verse 2. It don't matter who you are, or what you say. aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles. and I'll probably die young, shot in the war. but
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