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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Verse 1: A.G.]
    You know we got it sewn for now
    Cause I throws it down
    Plus Im frozen down with a golden sound
    Where that lye at?
    I blow blunts backwards nigga try that
    Expose these hi-hats to my raps
    When my gat blow its more than just about rap
    Strong hand the Giant and his fam
    I doubt that, gon make cats flip with or without rap
    But still make hits and shit where your mouth at?
    Hows that?
    Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack
    Im straight up motherfuck yall cats is out the back
    I must confess I smoke bless
    Blessed to make the loot investin my troops
    And holdin rests known for chest in arrest
    Home alone with some dame
    Name the weed Sharon cause Im Stone
    I rock the five the dire
    Next stop is the money train
    See me in the Range then you know that the money came
    [Verse 2: A.G.]
    Wanna be blown retarded I got a Jones for dollars
    And if you know what I know youll say "hoes hit the hardest"
    Roll with known robbers but still burn scholars
    With PhDs my degrees is 360
    Merced off in the zero that follows the fifty
    I believe I can fly even higher than these trees get me
    I brought the Desert Es with me
    With more clips than a bag of roaches
    Im mad explosive
    Keep watchin yall fowl like judges in boxin
    Out foxem you better hold your head its not an option
    Excel on the spot youre shell shocked I shall rock
    At first it was catch and kiss now hoes catch a dick
    Like 62 grams I flip quick a brick couldnt slow me down
    Cause only I hold me down
    Now these hoes Change Faces they wanna stroke me now
    Cause they know its me but next move its get O.U.T.
    [Verse 3: A.G.]
    Aiyyo in Gods name I grab mics and create flames
    and blaze shit leave em in amazement with basics
    Face it, Im the dopest in here
    Checkin for the second baddest bitch
    Cause the first is who I came with
    I peep the fiend to Roc Raida playin again
    We got em namin like some D thats waitin a ten
    You sport the ice and rock the Role, I done that
    But heres a jewel a nigga once told me; run that
    Its real feelin steel on ya back
    Listen closely now I choke gats for shit like that
    Wanna rise to the top they wanna take what we got
    But Allah is the master plan on some last plot
    Nigga front like my shit aint hot, I go bananas
    Similar to scamas on some unidentified shit
    So peep the livest
    Dont sleep cause I dont like surprises
    The Bronx got more stripes than tigers
    [ Spit Lyrics ]
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