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Yall Some Dead Muthaf***as...
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I had to merc this joint .. -shit was callin me
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-The one and only- Nice is... = Curtisey
I'm Nice...
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Peak #1,557
Peak in subgenre #798
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Curtisey
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fuck off...
Uploaded
March 17, 2005
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When it comes to beef...I'm similar...to the Thriller...with Mike Jackson... -cause a bunch of dead muthafuckas...just might happen... when I fire that...gun in the right hand... -yall get fed to the buzzards... the boy is no joke...and I'm willing to prove...-it... my villanous move...-ment...will get in you dudes -quick... gripping a full...-clip...you'll -flip...when you feel the kick of the tool -hit... the nigga is too -sick...and nothin will change that... when I do like a whore and then buck where ya brains at... I'm the same cat...with them rugged timbs... in a Maybach...with the bubble lense... sitting way back...with the paint black...a champagne glass... and the same color rims... Went from caliber to caliber...testing the aim out... calender to calender...streatching the caine out.. wrapping up packages...stacking up... pack it in the trunk...make a drop off... and take the chips back again... you don't know nothin about a mover...nothing about a cooler... couple of hounds surround the cuda... niggas who lose the dope -found a ruger... and you ain't gotta box to know what a couple rounds'll do ya... you might take body shots...without the salt and liquer... end up praying that the hawk'll miss ya... so welcome to the jungle mufukka...to the gutta mufukka... where a nigga might snub a mufukka...or... take the M1 -pump him with a couple more... I told you brothas I'm sumthin raw... it's nothin dog... Listen...-you can't name shit that I aint done... 8 years committed...slept with the same gun...(plus) when I was young in the years...mother found the magazines... and not the naked ones of a bitch... but she couldn't see the gun in the crib...I was working it hard dun... showed early...Curt is a problem... and he still is brohem...steel in both hands... I know how to weild it... (oh damn)... so if you wanna feel this go blam... or roll around in a chair of wheels with no abs... come step to the boss... cause pad and a pen...ain't the only way to get my message accross... and if my method is soft... it's only because I just got finished dick checking a broad... in the back of a whip that you could never afford...
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