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Download/Stream- Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in comments! Lyrics: Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina Bet Big get in between ya Then pick the prognosis, doses Blends and Bends like Twizzlers Biggie's fitting to hurt What's under that skirt? (Slow down, son, you're killin us) Who fillin 'em with octane? Got 'em gassed up 'Bout to get blast up, sup The last one, word to your mother Brother, listen I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way Made his body shake The high tide it 8:50 I's smoke tank Rap terror whore crow and terror, true Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous My rap's rhymes is like land mines One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your.. In the middle day
