"First off, [...] your chick, homie, get a
blood test / You a upset homie, where the love at? / When we talkin'
'bout Philly, know I can run that / Same place I been on corners, you
could never come back," he raps. "When you was screaming 'Come to my
hotel,' homie we was slinging work out the motel ... / Let's keep it
trilla, you ain't never make a dope sell / You ain't never played that
corner, made a [...] sell."
"Couldn't bet a hundred grand / This [...] small town / This gon'
make your dog mad / This verse gon' hit you harder than that car crash
that you should've died in / Man that you survived it / Now I came to
murder you and have you scuba diving / Swimming with the fishes."
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