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this is poison And your secrets keep you sick This is poison, this is poison And your secrets keep you sick And when she cries she screams inside Her secrets

know now, What I've found out This is poison, this is poison. And your secrets keep you sick. And this is poison, this is poison. And your secrets keep you sick

deny Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky All of my, people, keep it, goin' You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you

ink minks And little doggies dyed pink ''cause I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret

rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit

keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup) You little sucka' fucka' tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you

come get you while I pass you in your Range Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your

keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup) You little sucka' fucka' tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you

come get you while I pass you in your Range Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your