J.r. Writer Biggie Freestyle Lyrics

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And Soured I Bottled The Roc Up But Was Used To Powder Roll Wit Pits That Will Chew U Chihuahuas And Air It Out Even If
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Work Im Inna Hard Work Dog Even That Wasnt Even Hard Work U Need Star Seach Apollo Ameature U Not In My League Stay Out Of
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Bust It New Bo Jacksons Ur Bo Outfit Mink Jacket Mink Bucket f*ck It Im Beyond Ur Emo Thats How I Ran Up In The Office No
Songs Or Demo Hello Like 2 Freestyle So Much I Spit A Thosand Every Other Line Had Em Like This Kid Is Wallin'all Them
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Servere I Let The Ruger Fleer U Dolers Queer Will Leave U Losers Wheer U Need Scuba Gear This The Youngin Youngins Yes The
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