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pay off big For both of us Terry: How? Buddy: First you have to see them Terry: I don't like this place. Buddy: But we're here We might as well stay
house. MAX picks up the receiver.) MAX Yes? JOE Max, it's Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I can't talk right now
The eyes of the little man narrowed The smile disappeared from his face Gone was the friendliness that I had seen And a wild look of hate took its place But the big
grade promotion Chronich campaign Watch Mr. Riley wid di herb champaigne Food fi once brain that's what this contain (contain) Police a come mi nah go hide
nuff ghetto youths Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming In the ghetto Most ghetto youths Aint' got a place of their own Give dem some place
my collar and don't follow nobody Keep god first and don't need no killumanati To put it on your mind cause I say on no pages Stacking big faces and travel to many places
-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin' ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin' clank, clank, clank. They say, "Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you
I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch Lead
(feat. Larsiny) Why nigga you would die if you try me (As we continue on) Why nigga you would die if you try me [Big Mike:] Why nigga you would die
Can't find his way out of this maze? You gotta be a real dickbuffer To wind up here in the first place Right you are Jimbo Let's watch the big dick
, I'm a underground rap letterin I'm like get-get-get-get, get off my dick I'm the wrong kid you don't wanna fuck with Call me Big Dog, Mr. Crustified
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a sicc state of mind as I premedi-tiz-ate Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies Every swig a nigga takes crazy thoughts intensifies I'm ready to ride, I'm Mr
six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as