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Lit Drop D

Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue Cuz it's a picture of your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew

Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue Cuz it's a picture of your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew

man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil E makes the records spin Islam drops

it Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage

I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a color scheme And I'd swim for the

Mickey D's First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the

juice Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced So suck along, rock on, the brain waves What you clocking, I'd be dropping the bomb, you get maimed

attacked me Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pants Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

Called Dinco D but he's not home Drop another quarter into the phone Call Busta Rhymes, what's up my man? (Having a party, understand?) Where's Dinco D, you know, the D