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through Above that, I can't feel nothin' unless it's lethal Testin' your moves, never that, make no position fetal I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L O X, Eve, and me Now that's

I know my hands is in my pockets But Eve got you spotted, red dotted Eve didn't before the Dog Nothin' but a war with tha bark [Eve] Always been

be full of sorrow Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming Too late it's

obsessed and stalkin' me If he icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff Be nicy enough to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders put

obsessed and stalkin' me If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff Be nicy enough, to let him spend, I'm callin' ya bluff Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh My bitches, my bitches that'll change the locks My bitches, my bitches that'll cut up your clothes My bitches, my bitches that'll

to have ya, Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya Yo, blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats Want me, dick's be harder then aluminum bat's Flaunt

Drag-Eve tracks Honey Roasted Burn it 'til its been around now how the fuck that sound [Eve] Yo let's talk about Platinum plaques, hangin' on my wall See me decorated, she's