Lyrics:
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Voglio cantare l'uso della forza Che nasce dalla comprensione La forza che contiene la distruzione Canto la morte che muore Per la vita di necessita

city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa

you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin

B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when we know we play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young money motherfucka

time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin' all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R

save that drama for your mama And make sure you're out of my path when I'm on the creep tip Or have your first name changed to R.I.P. "You don't work,

you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin

not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G

shine but I'm still about blastin' (Huh) Nigga, lil' shorty 'bout paper Bedroom, second floor in a bater ([Unverified]) I'm a superstar (Star) Money makin' pimp Up in the double-R (R