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Die Young Fool S Gold

a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's

wave Give the drummer some I already gave the summer some It's the winter's turn, Hovi Hov is the coldest I'm just gettin' better with time I'm like Opus One Young

Krayzie 'Big Bad Ass' Bone Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole Along with some cash Even took the mayor's daughter Now, that there's kidnappin

act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga Weighin' in

I?m hotter than warm piss, berry, grape, Sunkist The truck, gold mist, five 50, slow, buddy Bentley Continental with the mink floors, dummy Paul Wall money, that?s expensive taste And ?em frilly ass fools

' the dick like it's suppose to be done Rat-haired bitch make me cum Freddy B that's the name Rat-haired bitches, I got game 'Cos game That's the shit

, it's a mack attack My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope Another young

raps with the hardest bass You see I rap all the time, that's the point When I walk in the place I just jam the joint Singin' old Too $hort's on the microphone The beat's

again Money made no change, in fact it was more pain B's gone, who's to blame? Look at all these youths today, rollin' round with 38s Stickin brothas for the white gold