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[Ras Kass:] Jea! Re-Up! A J-Classic classic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo I'm about to air these niggaz out one time [Verse 1:] Yo yo, ain't no nigga like the one right here Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear G-Star jeans, gun right near Now homey X just fucked us his bitch like "Yeah!" Dawg I'ma spit the hottest shit Fuck a dentist, eat a fire department and prop colleges Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists What Dame Dash and hapha is 645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is And you's a nigga everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks That clown at the bar buying hot bitches drinks What you passin' on to me? What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten killers deep Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets [Hook 1:] I WILL NOT SongtexteLOSE I (RE-UP about that fetti) WILL (Load up your glocks, get ready) NOT LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!) [Hook 2:] Hood niggaz if your arms up, bear it out Niggaz ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out! If your whip on chrome, what you carin' 'bout? Drop the top, do a buck 10, dawg, air 'em out! Who spit flame, nigga never doubts? No problem, it's nothing, I'ma air 'em out East, West, up North to the Dirty South (air 'em out) I'ma (air 'em out), I'ma (air 'em out) Yo [Verse 2:] I keep shit off the chain Like broken clasp, medallions fallin' off And yall niggaz hopin' Ras go play on the freeway But I'm that agent in the Matrix: Reloaded Jumpin' out movin' cars, smashin' your hoods for the keys, man And not the ones that open doors Por fa vor, I'm talkin' ki, mayne Silencer on the SPK, fuck BDS them fuckin' at VVVJs(???) R&B singers, new found fact Got a 9 inch dick, tell your bitch to SoundScan that! And my Down South cats be like "What it do?" Cause my little cousin's bein' Memphis classic blue And niggaz still ga-not ga-knowin' as Gary ga-Knew(???) Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released Young nigga in the belly, but now I'm a beast And it's like Sin City, every town holdin' heat So I'm like the yellow nigga, kid it's foul when I speak And my baby moms said I need to cut down on my cheatin' Started fuckin' midgets, kept creepin' You ain't gotta tell me, I know you feelin' this shit I hear what I'm sayin' you know I'm killin' this shit, nigga [Hook 2] [Verse 3:] Sometimes it all seems fucked up though Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo? Sip the' Grey Goose, thinkin' about that ride on the Gray Goose Ankles chained, headin' to Beirut Crucified next to some nigga named Jesus Died ressurected, bustin' blue, still trey-deuced So yall niggaz better respectognize shits real When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year [Hook 1 + Hook 2] Aus Songtexte Mania