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Reppin It
I can keep this going all day, all the fucking time. All these fucking rhymes, you ain't got anything to say. You quiet, we startin riots. You can't deny it, we hotter than a fire pit. Wait and sit, while I run this shit, with the mic you bitch. Frozen in your tracks when you see all my homies strapped. Whose got your back when you're the one we're aiming at?
