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T Love La To Brooklyn

T-Love] From LA to Brooklyn, it's about rhymes and beats From Brooklyn to LA, it's about beats and rhymes [Yeshua Da PoED] Now if I didn't rap, mics

watch me on your video phone I love how you approach me Fresh white, with your pants, hanging grown man low Everythin' you sayin' soundin? good to me Don?t

type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood wit no company. Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love, I was there the other

holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million stories out there, and they're naked Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't

NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) and he won't stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. (Brooklyn

nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help

't gotta ask me Sent that lil' face with the tongue 'cause I'm nasty I'm on my way, girl, I can't wait, twitter me a picture Let me see that okay Shorty

, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out Don't squeal [undecipherable] [Ice-T] If you niggas don't know you should know by now

nigga that?s what I call that I never been a rat And I don?t fuck with the lame I took lost bounce bitch and charged it to the game Always been the same I ain?t