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Bars

give it to em raw, no trojan because i run through fast and dash like a slave on the loose, we had the power we just didnt know, and in the century today that just goes to show, a fucc nigga can leave and hit the doe because all my mind is thinking about is some dough.. and if it aint in my hand my mind forgets about "The MAN" and put a hit out on my own niggas head..

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