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LiSten up son im the hottest boy on the block//yall be talkin shit on me till u meet my glock//ill send ya ass down onto the curb//holla atcha gurl then smoke som herb//now u startin to get it in yo small head//but its a bit too late cuz wen im done wit u...u gone be dead//lyin on the ground cryin//so step off bitch, i aint lyin//aight im tired off battlin this fool im done//if yo good tho holla at me WUN