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By: Gabe

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
All the drug dealars, ?niggas? unable to be faded. Feds they want Bootleg
permantly incarserated. but i never lets them see me sweatin' my Teck striking
a pose. hanging out the cuddy', nutty, nigga, busting at hoes. I robed a
little, rigged a little, stole a little i admit it, But I bet one wittnes wont
come forth and ever say I did it. Cause those who snitches, sleep in ditches.
ya'll know the story. I refuse to have to FBI and police searching for me. was
renegade when i was younger but i never been afraid, to jump out windows and
bust at hoots whenever them bitches raid. im tooting cane, catching trains ???
inhale it and i keep a K inside my head. for things thats on servalance. have
you ever heard of a murder commited with a house appliance. i was to smart to
ever get cought, know my ferenzic science. my daddy never loved me before he
left me and momma. Clio the Psychic told me