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heavy arms from punches thrown
they come to me, i dont pick my bone
i chew on glass like its chewin tobaco
i'm
wacko, till u see how i pack doe
but money dont change me, me made me money
me brought to me my dream honey
so stay
on my dont give fuck shit, dont duck shit
get on the block, use my heat, buck shit
dont suck shit, but ganja in air,
lifts the care
makes my balls grow into a whole new pair
inhibitions low, yall niggaz dont know
yall cant match the
new kids flow
would hustle myself with my speach
more convincing then the minister preach
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