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here, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home of the G's Land of the nymphos and murderers Still G

that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end,

get sniffed out Like I stole somethin' when I'm bustin' I'm Don of mic with this shit I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig, yeah Erick Sermon got

worthy of grenades and RPG's Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the hell we make

know what he's called The L L C O O L J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in

worthy of grenades and RPG's Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the hell we make

Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah Wise from L.G., Malcolm

[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra) Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times

slow motion And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O would like to say hello to you mellow fellow What are