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i aint no colored boy but i rap better
than half of these muh fuckas up in the game do
its a shame too lyrical homicide i will mame u
southern boy here takin over *** slappin a *** up in the face if he
want some if yall *** want some
come and get some
im ready for yal
i was born in the bottom of the peach state where the red necks roam and they breed hate
got lucky and i heard some busta rhymes now im killin these beats like all the time
got a dream of being on top and once im there i aint ever gone drop
and if you dreaming or even thinkin of *** with me
watch yo back cause i always keep a piece on me
and imma pop pop *** *** drag you down the road made of red clay
southern boy chillin with them essays aye papi is what they girls say
dirty bird flyin on that seminole breeze
atlanta hawks in the tallest trees
sick as a *** catch my diease
catch on fire when i hear the word freeze