How bout.


Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you try to f**k wit me
I bust a flea, these ni**az must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherf**kers who can fade the Thugs

PM me for the answer. This is an easy one.

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