| Shit, who Bone Thugs?
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| Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
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| Nigga what the fuck you talking bout?
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| Mmm huu
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| Shit Nigga
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| I’ll tell you one thing
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| Ain’t nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
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| You right about that shit right there
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| You know, Is that right?
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| Heh heh
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| Nigga you gotta be kidding me…
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| What?
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| Nigga give me a drink!
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| Here nigga, here some Hennessy
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| Man, them niggas can’t be dying
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| Bone Thugs Negro
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| Don’t know where you are?
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| It can’t be over!
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| It ain’t over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
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| Nigga gimme a drink
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| And tha haters can’t stand it
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| They can’t believe it. |
| Bone Thugs~N~Harmony…
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| Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!
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| Ruthless Records
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| What, What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather
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| Ooh-eee
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| Better call the police!
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| Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas!
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| Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name
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| Will they prostitute me?
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| Will they prosecute me?
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| Stay under surveillance
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| Get out tha county, this nigga ain’t got all my fuckin' jewelry
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| Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch
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| Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
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| Look at a creepin' on ah come up
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| Ooooh, we don’t wanna murda ya, and it’s so mysterious
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| How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?
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| Come kill me hater, murder with the ak
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| Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town
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| Northcoast keep goin
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| Ready for the Midwest invasion
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| Y’all niggas keep growin
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| But know that I know we was saken
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| Fuck shit some niggas can’t take it, respect that
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| But we poets and if you don’t squash it, fuck some rap shit
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| I be on some many mack your ass attack shit
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| Ready to back that
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| Now who rollin?
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| Bone
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| Krayzie up in this muthafucka
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| Nigga I’m rollin', and ain’t leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead!
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| And even though we know niggas bust back
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| Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks
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| Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat!
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| Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes
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| Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know
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| Everybody on the floor!
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| And this ain’t no goddamn joke!
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| Nigga, break yourself or get broke!
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| All I want is the money
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| My cash flow
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| And I’m leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland
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| We gotta get even
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| Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin
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| And I’m waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me
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| Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin
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| Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em
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| Never forgot how to shoot em
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| Always a thug nigga what?
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| Fuck it, let’s shoot up the club
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| If any of you niggas get pumped
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| Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
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| And we goin' shut this whole thang down
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| Going out with a big bang, pow!
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| And that’s how the thugs do it
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| You know we get down and dirty
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| Nigga, you know the story, don’t make me, boil me
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| Let’s get ready for war
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| Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
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| So, any nigga that want static
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| Come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch!
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| It’s a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
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| I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
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| Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law
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| Ends, flossin
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| Rollin in my Benz I go against the grain
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| See, we ain’t go change
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| I take an eye for a eye
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| Either thug or you die, and I ain’t goin cry
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| Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
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| Got a grudge against the judge
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| Tryin' to lock up my thugs
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| Wanna see us fall short
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| Fuck it, I’ma blow up the court and show ‘em no remorse
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| Hit ‘em up with the C4, backdoor
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| Nigga, let Stack go
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| I’ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love
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| Better let dogs loose
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| Got him, hold him up
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| And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz
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| All the real niggas in the streets with heat
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| If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
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| Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public
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| If you runnin' for your life
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| In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream
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| Murda on the government, take me
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| No surrender, no retreat
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| Might as well say
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| Fuck this rappin', what’s happenin?
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| Layzie goin out blastin I’m smashin on any muthafucka who be thinkin they
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| Gon
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| Get they ass off without gettin' a little action
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| I crept and I came, down for my thang, mane
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| It’s a different game |
| Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I’ma keep it the same
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| Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame
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| It ain’t no mystery about mine
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| Same little nigga from the double nine
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| Everytime, I keeps it real with shit you can feel, still to the Glock Glock
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| Aw yeah, I’ma hit 'em with the murda mo
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| See ‘em, better let it go
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| Bet they gon' run, run. |
| Nine millimeter plus
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| I got a nigga beat or when it ain’t enough
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| I got my shotgun
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| Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
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| Y’all say you real, then we’ll see
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| Will you ride for me?
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| Will you die for me?
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| If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?
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| There he go, now slowly approach
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| Start buckin' but baby, no kills
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| Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it
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| Just show him what’s real
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| Cause it’s all about money, money, yeah
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| Don’t get in my way
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| Fuckin' with my money
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| Cause that could surely get you killed
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| Better find somebody to play with ‘cause I really ain’t out to play bitch
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| Serious ‘bout mine ‘cause you’re runnin' out of time
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| And talkin' that shit’ll get you touched, bitch
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| Now you know that we ain’t into that rappin back and forth on no song
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| Shit, like we ain’t got nothin' else to talk about but you on that ho shit
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| There go Cleveland
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| Lets get it over with
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| Get the fuck outta my way
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| They say they move down and side to side
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| I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
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| Nigga, when the bullet blow!
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| One bullet for this silly muthfucka!
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| Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
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| So crazy, interrogation
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| So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
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| You niggas wanna be the T H U G?
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| Please, like me but can’t see me
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| Bend and roll like a fuckin hog
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| Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
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| So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me
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| Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin
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| Stack my dollars up to the ceiling
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| Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn
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| It’s a man on the roof with a gun, better run
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| It’s your chance
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| Runnin through servin a dum dum to you
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| I’m a unique Bone Thug man
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| Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone
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| The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
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| But you’ll never find no others more like my kind
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| You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
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| I don’t give a fuck!
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| See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs!
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| A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that’s us
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| The original thugstas
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| Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
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| Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
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| But not a real
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| I’m here to let you know, for sure, hoes!
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| Yeah niggas
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| Bone back in the house once again
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| Bringin ya’ll niggas that real shit!
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| Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh!
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| Wanna say what’s up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug
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| Shit and
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| Fuck all y’all player hatin ass
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| Clonin ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas!
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| We told ya’ll niggas this shit was eternal
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| Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal… |