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R.I.P. Big L
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yo.. fightin in double/nation of trouble/im low key, i keep it subtle/son, u dont kno who ur facin/hit u in the jaw, lik ghost did mason/sellin biscuits, near the F train/lyin to all ur claim/number one who?/i never heard of u/seventeen, yeah im new/fuck fifty and all them shits/shirts sayin property of g-units/fuck that/u aint never macked/only head u ever gotten is the one on ur shoulders/my hits wake u up lik folgers/walkin a dark path down the alley way/stepped to new york, be good wit words if u got sumtin to say/gat steamin waves/lik a hot day on paves/shimmers in a clear type of day/sight out shaolin, dump ur ashes on the bay
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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that was kool!
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