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IP:
ohh you feel a frontline battle comin on, homie your far from ready
im a rock you cant move me homie lyrically ur barz soft like ur teddy
and listen up Freddy, tel ur mothafukin moms to stop hittin me up on the celly
she running up my bill,im the type to kill n roll wit the steel
he the type to kill and run away n chill n dumb the steel
afta they findin his fingerprints on the steel for-real
im rich like bill, but fukin way better lookin
the way im beatin this beef on the barbeque it's like a family cookin
he step in the ring wit a watch n chain n it got Tooken
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 300 J.G.... TSK
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