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White men can't jump but the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me and young Streets talkin' this the realest

m cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin' two logs Young

That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze" Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws As if she had claws

all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams We draw you to leave this body,

Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom Ain't no mic checkin' worse Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's wack I draw back the cap for

of the blunt, Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump, if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck, all niggas playin games start endin em up, 'cause your block young

Oh Berlin, your heart has been Drawn and quartered again Oh the East and the West were divided By a wall that staunched their freedom Well, the wall

)] Gangster, gangster, I'm a g from the d, That's what the riders see (uh-huh) I'm a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal Come through, grey

It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay I do it for the trappers with