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Mag 7 Other

[Nique and Jus] What the deal this Lil'Nique the microphone master Yea this is DJ Jus the king from queens na mean you feel me We bout to hit you with

cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other

your body blown Cause I'm a ?nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice And

try to comprehend. Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant. I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other

nigga Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh) Bitch. Bitch. (Ohh... I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 3] Oh since we wooped your ass you wanna get mad and grab the mag and blast

and try to comprehend. Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant. I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other