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It won't be long We're gonna be home,motherfucker Get down Futuristic pro-back Legendary rule, original fool 100 proof real You're still on the field Running through the town With your confidence blinding my opponents With the radio energy Front niggaz faking like they pretending to be We got the same species You gonna BC I read the whole PSP Before I turn a bitch like you into a switch like you I pray to God my son never see a bitch like you The shit that I do it's too official to diffuse The issue is hard to slaughter Welcome to the restaurant where you get fresh beef Aside the shells with your parmesan is dirty International voice make money revolve around This is the only shit, the only shit I do for dope This is a million dollar dope SongtexteStreets niggaz carrying straps Don't ever get that shit twisted niggaz In the '80s we used to jump Niggaz couldn't come out Little rats turn up What up, killer? Subliminal threat the reason why we bluff niggaz So respect this I'm a gold chain collector Bone collector African gold, black magic, witch doctor Back at the ranch I play with the camp I thought you were real But now I see you're screwed Wtf I should do with you? I don't own this shit Fuck up my face,nigga I don't own the shit Nigga who was you? International voice make money revolve around This is the only shit, the only shit I do for dope This is a million dollar dope Streets niggaz carrying straps Don't ever get that shit twisted niggaz Bounce,bounce, motherfucker bounce Aus Songtexte Mania