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A lot of brothers try to say I'm whack so I told the dj go ahead run it back. I got a couple soldiers with a couple stamps and a bunch of cuties sitting in the back. Had a Minnie Mouse she was Aquarius. So many cuties homie various. All these haters are about to have fit because I'm gonna finish them like I'm Darius. (Mortal Kombat reference) Born and raised from out the G. Became the man on 17th. On my mama ain't no stopping me. I got a bunch of soldiers homie 50 deep. 25 dudes 25 broads. Kick a door while you in your drawers. They don't hesitate. No they never pause.  And at the end you'll need more than gause. Hold up pause brother understand. Was born and raised in AfGARYstan. If you cause some strife they will end your life and guarantee they won't care my man. Messing with us better get it right. It's R.I.P. homie. Night night. But I'll conversate first brother.... Syke. When they hit you with the hollows all the soldiers gonna follow. If you try to start a fight then they'll bust you with a bottle. Understand they bipolar if you try them then they'll snap. And if you mess with theirs then they'll pop your cap back. Blue. And they rep the 6 like a Jew. You could try to pray to God but he won't save you. Only got a few seconds so I'm almost through. They just took you in the room homie. Dark Ryu. This not just a game player. Go so dang insane player. Intel the great brain player. Establishing my name player. 17Th. West side. Real thugs that are down to ride. Got big hearts that are full of pride. I'm done homie it's arm and hammer time.

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