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    Edge

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Verse 1]
    Uh uh, Uh, Uh
    Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends
    Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face 'em
    But I'm still trill, still holdin
    Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid
    Veins pumpin ice
    First some 15 keep that king pumping right
    Hard white, cold cash
    Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas
    No ass
    Straight head bitch, I'm one a from the feds
    Fuck comma raps, same G and canna
    All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana
    Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism
    Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit 'em
    Who need help?
    Well until then I'ma take that mac off the shelf
    and hold the fucking street hostage
    Blowing smoke out my nostril
    Every breath is a step to a non-time in death
    [Hook 2X]
    I wanna know where to go
    Need a place in my mind I can rest
    Cause this time is running out for my flesh
    Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up
    [Verse 2]
    You know me; I don't need no introduction in this
    Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist
    Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects
    I live in all, just pencil the best
    Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler
    When I pull a slide back
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