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Jeru The Damaja
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A.R.M.E.D
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Once a nigga stabbed me with some OPP shit What is this nigga thinkin'? He's tricking my love liquid Cover the ears, you see, the shit is explicit Someone is in trouble Call the bubbles, I'm terrific Used to stand up for Pacific My words manipulate your mental Shorty why would you doubt? It might get physical The way I murder mics is criminal And if you press up, you're mess up dog, you're gonna need dental work
It's time to pay cause the truth hurts your brain With my hand on your skirt For that last line, you probably think I'm a jerk Drop a bomb, make the shit dispersed, wicked
'fly with a pilot Private, we first class, reverse that Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm the house chief while you're in the house sleepin' I don't see it, thanks for the wild weekend I get cash right and I blast iron Make you pass iron, it's the vampire I suck the air out of your flat tire You look tired Maybe you could just retire
Don't you take me for no ' You'll never catch me in a skirt with a heavy jacket Real niggaz love me, I'm a crazy bastard Never dated, yet I'm always hated on I'm too oppressive for the players with the gaters on I'm lovely, they will say it's my amazing charm Say I'm loving and generous all day long But never push me, I will break this off Countin' every move you ever made was wrong Bully brothers up lived and celebrate this strong Now go and get your shot box
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