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Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt

Yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy Suppa so busy cockin

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interview immediately. This is Nore, man. 917-699(?) cool, one. [Answering machine voice] End of Message Where's the Gangsta? Again...DJ Lethal (Babyyyyyyyy!) Kurupt Young Gotti (Nigga!) Holocaust (Fredwreeeeeck!)2000 baby [Kurupt

ve heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt

barrel five out the barrel [Kurupt] Just take position ammunition, convalescent Converse Where we at first is where we at last, where we last cash One last toke will make your smoke

bang Let the fifteen shoves and let the back hang Smoke out all my fuckin' window like a choo-choo train (Smoke it, smoke it) Indo what smokin' nigga

Kurupt Young Gotti Cuz ain't nuttin else to do And when Friday hit, my day hit See, it's all left up to you It's your choice when Kurupt step up to you

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