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Tony touch Iraq Iraq 50 M-C's,
A little bit a thugs is all it takes
To make this industry just brake
A little bit a thugs is all it takes
To make this industry just brake
What what what poison arrows
Swords and lords yo but really
My Mac Milly spray *****s lay *****s
Yo the cognac make you feel unbeatable
Yo especially when that *** drunk too much
I call up tony touch tony touch bring the next dutch
Yo I'm all ****ed up bent and can't think
While you both stink, don't even care that you sink
Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive
Can't even get with, **** I dealt wit
I'm on some other ****, my main script describe the foulness
Panama canalness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest
Kid, *****, can't touch this, rush this, yo what
Yo, switch the beat, now, bless it
What, I'm bout to **** **** up, what
**** it up
**** it up
**** it up
**** it up **** it up **** it up, what what!?
We on the lines like the internet
Many will come but few was chosen
Against my set, there ain't a ***** yet
Smoke so much *****s say I need nicorette
You say boogie, but you used to say cigarette
Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning
I own women, three-fourths rock and linen
This middle east ****, father beat ****
Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces
We rock camels, split that *** in text
Yo we bag *****es after we **** em and say thanks
Yo thanks for havin' me, next week your straight grabbin' me
Swearin' they homeless, sayin' that the havin' me
I don't, want to crawl at all
You want to be a thug, you used to play ball
Runs the play for Seton Hall
Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too
Yo I knew you, your size shoe was due in voodoo
Always, smell like ****, used to call you doo-doo
Never came outside, in the crib you hide
Scared to death
While we played manhunt, to our last breath
I never chose this life, it chose me
What, l-f-c, heavy amount with jewelry
Crime syndicate, ***** livin' this
Never mention miss ?
Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before
Yo, you on my ****, I had the lime green on
With the string on, with fatigue on
Fresh avirex's, cockpit, now from the outlet
Jose Luis emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger
No real kings like john Dillinger, the politic
What, I'm on some ides in the militant
You either with me or against me
That in between **** make the money stop too intensely
So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is
What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't kill this
What *****s, Iraq, realize that