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Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the |
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Members of the rap group wu-syndicate and another suspect, 12 o'clock |
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Alledgedly have infiltrated and taken over the industry. |
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We'll keep you updated as more news becomes available. |
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[napolean] |
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I pull heist like the colombo's, mob price, traffic is closed |
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The heiroglyphics, son, watch the money power |
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When i was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life |
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25 man's rack, kidnappin his thug wife |
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Glamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanatics |
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Just from los angeles, blowin like alanis |
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Napolean, vision of malibu golden sands |
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Roll with j in a bubble outlet, you know the clan |
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[joe mafia] |
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Schemed out my mind |
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Ghetto syringes tooken with spy ninjas |
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Mafia with swiftness, conductin the sheist business |
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Probably win, minor gotti click, abduction |
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My peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolis |
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It drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, oh |
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Ya flame thrower, ufo, niggaz is jakin at hoes |
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Playin the same tunes for picollo's |
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A shy house, slangin micollo's |
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Duckin the snot mineral |
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I put the hoe at risk, i make 'em carry my grip |
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In the whip with the extra clips |
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She could stick it up her pussy |
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Don't get scared, i'm real deep |
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They just put up the doofy |
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I think the po's 'bout to poo me |
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And if they do, you better say we goin' to the movie |
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If they ask my name, it be benetton mcclain |
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If shit gets serious, bitches soakin in fame |
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Now i change the name 12 o'clock off into a white cop |
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Bitch cursin a lot, stop |
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This shit is creatin more situations |
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She gon' take it, 5 years probation |
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Sittin at home waitin |
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For me to come home, lacin me up, boot |
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[myalansky] |
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Yo, chill 12 o'clock, the feds rushed my man spot |
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Pictures of the proda-blue land down in suzanne's shop |
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Questionin this cat i knew named dredd scott |
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Polly yo cousin stashed half of a man inside his dread snot |
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Just before he made it back to bedrock |
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He had testified against this cat from up to pushin a benz drop |
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Trafficin coke back in a bread box, then i heard it wasn't coke |
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Shit was terron, raw eggs, stop |
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Should of clapped his ass, i seen a flash cop |
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Swarmin in the parkin lot, projects hot |
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Tropic is scorchin rock, hrad to try to cop a knot |
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Informer type faggots they snitch |
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Bitches, they talk a lot, stab 'em with dick |
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Beady overdosed, clockin syran, too many minerals |
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Pockets stay mad with no ears, this shit is petifull |
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Cheddar bring the jealousy, burners blaze over some beef |
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Dead in my industry, i can't lie |
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My head is defeat, pussy ain't nothin sweet |
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All my niggaz are locked in the beast |
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Who used to run with me, daddy-o |
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Daddy you home, you livin comfortably |
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Respect due, but never is paid |
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Bitch comfort me, heroin, crack |
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Pagin each other, jump on a jack for fee |
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Hundred dollars, sell it, we took |
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Another way to eat, i can't lie |
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Shit that i write is like a legacy |
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...a legacy |
