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Drunken Master We Be Fuckin

the public that I was so ugly That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk? In the second week we were

2 [Kid Ice] We're Nasty As we Wanna Be They dropped the ban and set us free Lil' Joe turned us loose in the United States To see how much wreck we

Julius or them Guccis Or they woulda got robbed for them Diadores or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell your items we took, have you goin to tell We crooks, we

thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 160, my song, we throwin' elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we

thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 160, my song, we throwin' elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we

knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I know how it feel to wake up fucked

hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga We rollin' 24'

make em see no one sang to me Higher than all of the angels be No I never choke but I strangle beats I am just a player in this game we be So go blame

's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex, Big Kap Def Jam Records giving it to you baby Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is, baby I used to be