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Mista Mista
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Mista mista
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Can I get five dollars
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So I can get something to eat
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HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA
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You can't get no money from me
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Cause everytime I give you a dollar
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You go get shot up with more and more needles
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And you tell me that you're drug free
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Drug Free
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Mista mista
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I haven't ate anything for a week
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Can I get a quarter?
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HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA
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What can a quarter get you?
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Nothing motherfucka
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You are just fucked up
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Off them fucked up drugs
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You know you need to leave alone
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But you keep telling me that you're drug free
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MOTHERFUCKA
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You ain't drug free, you're a fiend
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And everytime I try to help you
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You pretend as if it's okay
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Then later on in the week
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You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin'
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Oh mf, but you told me you were DRUG FREE
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DRUG FREE
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You ain't drug free motherfucka
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So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money
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Mista Mista
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