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Jon Young It Ain T Over

It was from the heart, everythin' was real (And I'm so thankful I made it through) Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought

gettin' it dead it Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse He resists, box him in, 'til he can't be moved Here's the rules, chop it, bag it, stash it

it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it? Tech can give it to you but whatcha gon' do? Rev can give it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it I can give it to

trips doesn't make fortification Your not dope enough, spit self glorification So don't jerk me around cause my name ain't masturbation Life is hard it

we broke it down like a muthafuckin? cratchin? Too transaction and won?t nobody assin? Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin? fagot It ain?t

YOOH KNOW i AiN'T FiNNA DO YOOH WRONG THATS WHY iM SAYiN, CHiLL, WiTH ME YOOH ALWAYS KNOW THE DEAL GiRL i ALWAYS KEEP iT REAL [[CHORUS]] {BREAKDOWN} [JON YOUNG

track, uh, that's just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only nineteen and my name ain't Wilbur But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver I don't

I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherfucker Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared

' do wit it Tech can give it to you but whatcha gon' do? Rev can give it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it I can give it to you, wha wha wha what what