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up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy Now, back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back

business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want war? Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door. It'll be a murder scene

shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all legit (c

that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She came up to me and said this

he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored

my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the

my bitch riding five And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up When I step up in the club, I light the bitch up Back on my saddle, blowing purple

, you know better, we live M O B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I N C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm

attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up