Nigga fuck the black and whites
Until you ran out of rhymes.
You talkin bout you breakin out
I don't know what you heard about
Well, either that or have you laid out
Is dc in the house, without a doubt
Take my anger out on you
When i get to warwick avenue
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
// [you can call out your guards]
No longer alive with out you,
Don't you worry, just keep movin boo
// [you can call out your guards]
Finish line with the tire marks
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