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Get 'em

We hit the club, gripping on the ol' heat
Purple in the air, middle finger to the police (fuck 'em)
Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole street
Tires lookin' like ya homie sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)
So sleek, skipping wit' ya old freak
Who swear to god I'm the flyest  on the whole east
Get the drift), the party'll be pissed
When I buy the bar and only leave water on the list
Prick, I'm the shit, and known in the city (uh huh)
Prefer Cris' even though the Moe get me dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no home-training in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm harder to crack
So the DJ bring it back like he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a problem with that
I'm a problem in fact, a thug really know a squad that can rap
Tell 'em go
Written by looney
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