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Fuc Sic Wit Dick
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Niggas keep comin at us...So we comin back at them...plain an simple
raza
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its just RaZa man...accept no substitues...right outta BK from a newly inclined music fam...shout out to my cuz whose R&B group DEEP doin they thing an my cuz M
R to the Izz-A Z to the Izz-A no longer new an still gettin bizzay! u feel me?
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Peak in subgenre #182
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RaZa
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December 16, 2003
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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i dont give a shit nigga im fuckin u up get cut give u 50 plus an extra buck i dont give a shit nigga im fuckin u up get cut give u 50 plus an extra buck yall know wats up they testin me RaZa dealin wit deez chumps get bumped an lumped fuck around get pumped up shells leave qwick like italian delivery u gotta be kiddin me never in ya life can u get rid a me devil rhymin str8 sinistry messiah stay blessin me the God gave grace ya gon wit out a trace an been replaced john travolta lose ya face lose ya fam lose ya girl lose ya lunch bitch u earl out that shit u beend drinkin re arranged all them thoughts u been thinkin got u locked up in tha mutha fuckin basement took over ya block the base meant meanin alot thick become the plot i got u up for ransom but ya fam aint payin they think im playin put two in ya face mutha fuck tha time wastin money is time an I gotta lotta watches bout to turn it up some more raise dat shit a few notches lotus said before yall side wit dick niggas want another ride (pause) off our shit the mafia aint down u listenin to the don RaZa runin shit like corleogne better put down that phone damn nigga is on violence im prone tha Mafia stay paid got in that GMC stayin in tha big Jimmy runnin punks over while bustin dat semi keep tryin to dodge our shit like we got a fuckin hemi niggas is soft like a bottle of remy red dots on the fo head got pull wit the feds 5th is our pleads fillup up our meads wit words destroyin ya lyrics yall goin outta business wit a sick wit dick clearance maybe we'll help that shit out wit a guest apperance ransoms gone 2 in the face under the crib removed that bitches rib like adam an eve An when Im commin through ya shit Ima get at him wit heat an sent it to yall bitches jus stop jockin us cause we aint grantin wishes get a sicilian message an sleep wit the fishes niggas got me pissed deranged an plague ur crew gettin erased ur shit is so vague exit left the stage ya minds aint right yall lost the fight we gone we outta sight like virgin pussy we too fuckin tight cant stand our might fuck a sic wit dick click sick wit deez nuts bitch money mafia street unit we bombin where u livin an we pissin where u swimin yall actin timid never messin wit our image our shit is raw primitive we spit apocalyptic shit fuck all u niggas in sic wit dick
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