Coming down like a hatchet,
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Rollin' with the masses,
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Throwin my matches atop of the gasoline package.
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Throwin' rhymes like rachets,
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Playas with passion comin disastroous bashin.
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Runnin round with the wrong crowd acting like you all down,
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Bout it, bout it, but you bow down.
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What's up with you, what's up with you, what's up with me,
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You're the one that I see through.
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Right left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah
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Right, left take a ride.
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Getting paid in the last days.
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Rage of the teenage.
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Coming out strong and hard and on the front page.
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Haven't I stated, never been faded.
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If you steppin up, for sure you're getting wasted.
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Hangin out base in time you're wasted,
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Hear you talkin local, I'm talkin nation.
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Everything I will be, everything I should be, everything you'll never be,
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Everything you can't but you wanna be.
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Right left take ride on the doperide.
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Right left take a ride.
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No apologies like I'm born-again.
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No authorities gonna fumble my legs.
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Yeah all these buster all people in this life wanna talk that ya ya
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I'm a show you how we deal with that up in m-town.
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Rollin with the masses throwin my matches,
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throwin my matches atop of the gasoline package.
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Rollin with the masses throwin my matches atop of the gasoline package x3
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Right left take a ride in the doperide yeah.
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Right, left take a ride.
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No apologies like I'm born-again.
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No authorities gonna fumble my legs.
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Saliva
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