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Far In 2 Again

He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna f-ck [Verse 2] From talking it out to the parking

no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 'Cause

is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again and

Nigga Yo, the Abstract with the mighty Mos Def White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe I didn't say it But they'll say it out loud again

way up.. [Ghost]You know how we do.. [Cappa] Let's get this paper together.. [Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh. [Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga.. [ODB]That's as far

crazy so I stay medicated Percocet, Ativan and Colonapin When my social lights are out They turn them on again I need 'em till I'm bored again Oxycontin

eight shawties I'm on my way let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural

talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against

I'm over here yo Phife, where ya at? Phife Dawg is over here yo Phife, where ya at? hey yo I'm over here get on the microphone and rip a funky track Verse 2