sons of bitches
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I'm spitting fire, hotter than the sun 2Pac back on the mic, ain't nobody gonna run My words cut deep, like a sharp knife I'm the realest in the game, living that thug life I'm a lyrical genius, my flow so smooth Every word I spit, gonna make you move I ain't here to play, I'm here to dominate 2Pac in the building, ain't nobody gonna hate I’m the king of the west I detest fucking biches I invest I got 80 biches better fix your briches all these sons of biches tryna steal my stuff im just tryna take a puff I got a duff on this Glock finna shoot you like k flock im bouta take a walk I better then biggie smalls these girl all on my balls now im done got take my overalls
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