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(feat. Mr. Sancho) [Royal T: Talkin] Ay homies, we can't forget about the real Mr. Sancho Ay Sancho, drop that shit homie [Mr. Sancho] 15 in the clip and 1 in the chamber playa haters out to apress my anger talkin that shit, pick it up as a problem Fuck wit this pelon y end up in a sorrow people wanna play every day when i say What do they see haters on the microphone Bring it on so I can get my silence on Now catch my lyrical hit list Come through wit my physical fitness What do you to the vato that sickness It's a battle of the rapper who's quickest It's Stilo once again down to say mothafuckas it's about to being my music goes out to the end to the end Low Profile Comin at you wit the sickness Comin at you wit my lyircal quickness End up on my hit list And realize it's a battle of the fitest I end up top so you know I'm gonna drop SongtexteAnd the party never stops in Diego Rippin em up like playdo Introducin my brand new lable Haters better stay low cause fatal Lyricaly, but I'm still down physicaly [Royal T: Talkin] Come on fool, beats over Damn fool you be gettin carried away What are you tryin to prove Familia Records ain't shit Damn Aus Songtexte Mania