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Polly, do I ever have a lot of soul? [Verse 2: Foxy]
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, all the sweet, green icing flowing down, 'N hand grenades..." ***(REPEAT) kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz
I'm seeing things in darker lights,
How y'all tryin' to hide yo' true identity
because I'm in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on
We believe in nothing
Got a date with the hangman
en las verdes aguas
"Who will love this lie on legs? On paving-stones I've made my bed
Presto, bisturi. Klemmen her!
"Get on it" --> DJ Premier flips it again
Harder than the gun shot.
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
there ain't enough
a Pieve di Cadore
All ethics fade
Bought dirty gats with dope money