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Doo Wop Freestyle Testo
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Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me
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But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
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50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
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Volume 3, take it however the fu*kyou wan' take it
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Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
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Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
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Left him smelly, man fu*kthat, roll em over take that fellas pellet
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You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this
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Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits
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Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
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I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
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Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it
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Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
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Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
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Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime
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See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine
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And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
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Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
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You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change
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Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
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Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
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Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
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20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
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Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough
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And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know
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Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
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My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b
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That it was hot, dude was a cop
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He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
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First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
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Now we all co-de's, damn man I O.D.
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You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
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Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
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Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
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It's over I can't believe it, damn it's over
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Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
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Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla
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Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
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380-6 shot glock top load-up
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Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face
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I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
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Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
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But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon
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