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Babies havin' babies generation-x With the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more And I know they gotta kill for the shit we ain't ready First we lost Eazy
I knock you out It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth
just ain't right Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night That long long flight, and ain't no coming back Man I miss that Pat, and K.K Hoping
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face
like stockings Garenteein' 24 K with enough ice to go skiing Shine y'all (bling) fat rocks that'll blind y'all Nothing comes free, how many times must I remind y'all
[Intro (Krayzie)] Oh shit! these niggas can't ready for this shit nigga, trust me! Fuck that nigga, it's mothafuckin K in my Leathaface (uh-huh) in this
live at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up
is showin what it's worth I gotta pack a gat fo survival now they juss won't let me be, all I can be, so all I can see is victory, I'm struggle master
at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up on and
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