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Heard that you'd been in kahoots, with some hoes that got the boot Drawn and quartered, 'bout to tear your bitch ass tongue out by its root Rooting for the enemy I had to see you suffer too If I was a stupid ass bitch I'd be just like you, bucking for a band or two Holding five, going live, for the past 5 or 6 years I've been trappin fool Rozzy is a roadman, standing in my kappa suit Strapped for any battle in Seattle, serve a savage ruth What the fuck you think gonna happen fucking with my Handzum crew I got roadmen and they shoot, send my roadmen after you Bullets bumpin' like Beirut, I say dump it and they shoot Break out with them RPG's and pull up like a pamper do Dylan, the toolman, dude you're freaking cool man Pull up with the nickel bang thing, and reload the bitch like a food stamp Knock - Knock, who's that?, R O double Z Y, hello hi, hella agitated so I keep my message thread drier than Sudan Heavy gun like Uganda, Heavy gun like Sudan Attitude like Phillip Decker and I'm really back up on the move man Feeling like a brand new man, everybody still hate though cause I'm on top like a halo, spray it up like faygo Heavy gun like halo, but this ain't no game bitch Never fail, never fold, never soft, never quit, never fade bitch Lane switching with the paint drippin Turn your neck I'm about to catch your main bitch Turn her out and make her walk the track and bring it back until her feet break bitch Break hoe, break north, I don't take no break Break a dumb hoe, point me a tone, point me straight to the safe Cloaked up, mask down, bitch I feel just like the wraith Nine the gauge, I'm in a rage Doing 90, with no breaks Mental breaking, breaking down all up in the funky town got me awake I don't care about a dang old thing, I don't care if I'mma die today Bust it down, just like a play Push my problems out the way, you can get it if you wanna get it You would never get it anyway Fast break, point break, bring it back to the point mane Score a point, point em out, I'll point it at ya like point blank Whatcha know about the road, many mans sold his soul to the road Hands like me go dummy on the road, I get money on the road Hit the jack, hit the road Came back from back to back sold out shows As soon as I'm back I'm gonna go down coast And stick mans up for the whole pound though Whatcha know bout G's Whatcha know bout P's Whatcha know bout Keys Whatcha know bout G's like these Whatcha know bout back in 07' when I use to have a fold out phone Wake up get back to the road I love money and the man of reload Mans like me chase after the cash No, i never dash after the hoe
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