Fuck y'all who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didn't drop the ball.
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Took drastic measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade.
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What you say?
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Come out and pla'ay
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You know that ass will sla'ay.
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'Nuff respect given to the Mojo.
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If you don't wanna give it, then we'll take it ho'.
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Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit.
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Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine.
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Cross the line.
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You know that ass will be mine.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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New sound Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta.
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Pop goes your top 'cause we're getting real hot.
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Two crackers and two niggers who ain't scared to pull the trigger.
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Those who dissin' us can get the middle finger.
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Mad as hell with a rebel yell.
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You suckers sold us out 'cause your soul's were for sale.
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We walk the walk and talk the talk,
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it's not our fault that your ass fell of!!!!!!!!!!!
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Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit.
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Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine.
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Cross the line.
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You know that ass will be mine.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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Four piece of doom.
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Suckers wanna battle, but they don't know how, just another reason why my attitude's foul.
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You had enough, you're calling my bluff.
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Well step into my zone and see if you're rough enough.
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BOOM BAM bands getting (spit).
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You got to get rid of the flam.
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Monkey see, monkey do.
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Punk, you're fucking with the four piece of doom, four piece of doom,
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four piece of doom.
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F.O.D.
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F.O.D.
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F.O.D.
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F.O.D.
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F.O.D.
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F.O.D.
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| Stuck Mojo |
