It's East 1999 time I promise that I'll hunt you bastards Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly 'Cause the haters never had to have me Want to follow fools through alleys 'Cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie Probably St.
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