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Down & Out...
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S-Nova , Curtisey , Quest on the hook .. just a lil sumthin new for the people...
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-The one and only- Nice is... = Curtisey
I'm Nice...
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Peak #2,842
Peak in subgenre #1,367
Author
Curt
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fuck off...
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January 09, 2005
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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who the fuck is you? the gorilla of rap...before gurilla was black... and decided big was the nigga he'd mimic and act... bench pressin a pound...smiff wesson ya down... big weapons are found...Bush ain't preventin attacks... I'm a nigga with smarts...a killer with heart... big business at 21...the kid is a boss... 2 trucks and a whipper...2 trunks with a kicker... but enough room to leave you -dumped in a river... you know I'm a beast...that roll with the piff... and over the cheese...leave you holy as swiss... got boulders to flip...and you know with the peace... you'll know you're deceased...when your dome'll get hit... it's nothin to prove...to a couple of dudes... I'm no carpenter...just tuckin the tools... snub or the uz...pump or the ruge... be your only choices...when you fuckin with goons... the man is a threat...both hands with a tec... that'll leave ya white sticky...like when sandwichs wet... just fuckin with Curt...ya mouth'll get taped... stay flooded with work...cause the powder is great... so gutta it hurts...for you -and of course... Tony Danza will tell you...I'm who is the boss... making moves with the mac...(plus) any dude that attacks...(just) getting bruised to the back...like I'm screwing a whore... get abused with a gat...too rude and infact... I'm nothin you wanna see with a tool in the palm... or a 9 to your face...45 to your ribs... that'll leave you coughing...blood out of your lips... no I'm not in the dips...just coppin the bird... but put the eagle to ya chest like you rocking the shirt... I'm the great you clowns...all aspire to be... live with your face in the clouds...and you'll die in the street... I fire the heat...like nothing you've ever... seen in your life...then quick tuck the beretta... the mover of dope...commuters and boats... smoother than most...weekends I'm usually ghost... then pop up in cuba...with a few of the hoes... so hospitipal...when I move and approach... using her throat...talk that culo open... then try to convince a broad eating goo isn't gross... -I'm back!
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