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Oct 19, 2005 18:27

Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream i was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes i was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When george and pie wont give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense
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