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21 PENNIES lyrics : "Marie Is Hot"

(Krazy)
What what what what what
(Chorus)

(Krazy)
Who talkin noise?
We makin noise

504 boy
Playin with them big toys
(X4)

(Mac)
Look
Mother$#[email protected] its mac

The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka
Keep it ghetto like black lacqua

Camo'd $$#asin
To the best (?) the epitomy
Of a soulja

Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda
Hold your horses
I come through like 'whatchu wanna do?'

Murder who?
I kill that whole crew with a 2-2
These ^!$$%z rookie

I crush em like pink cookies
Dont $#[email protected] with me
When im broke

Pissed off
And my (*##$ aint given me no nookie
Kinda glad P took me

Off the streets to make duckies
Now I take supermodels to hotels
And make whoopie

Pull they hair
Call em out they names
Dont you like that?

Then I give my lil sister the cash
So she strike that
^!$$%z like mac

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I only shop at them military
Stores cousin

Solja rag on my eyes till I die
^!$$% what?
Im a Tank Dogg

These ^!$$%z is just mutts
(ARF!)
(Chorus)(X2)

(Krazy)
My ^!$$% Jeff just got 30 years
$#[email protected] MC

Went in a house
Found a safe with about 3 bricks
Thats that punk (*##$ Deuce-A

Sweatin my ^!$$%z
He wont rest until my whole click's
Doin some figgaz

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?
A young ^!$$%
With a .45

Bustin on site
What I might
Is whether (?) bleed with passion

See this drug game to me
Is like a fatal attraction
Salvation from this life

Thats what I need
See these jealous $$# ^!$$%z
Wont let me breathe

Will I succeed in this cold world?
Pray for me please
I dont get caught up in this rap life

A dying disease
Over seas is where they come from
We know who sent them

If them (*##$es six-teenth
I believe ill get them
I aint $#[email protected] with no new ^!$$%z
Believe im ballin
If I ever go to jail

Big Boz im callin
Will my real ^!$$%z ride for me?
Believe they will
If I get killed
Bring me back to the IvoryVille

^!$$%
(Chorus)(X2)
(D.I.G.)
They say only god can judge me
My peepz say 'yeah there be world war 3

Prolly in the year 2 G
But livin this street life
Im thuggin and ready to rumble
With any ^!$$% that ready to tussle
Mother$#[email protected]

I feel as if im at the edge of my life
So I give it to them raw
In the heat of the night
I aint hard to find
Im the ^!$$% with the two 9's
Next to the Last Don

^!$$% thugged out for mine
A Made Man
The Bossalinie of the scenery
And be full of that greenery
When you peepin me
Im full of that crime family
Im on the grind and I can handle that

I aint trappin
I gotta weigh that shake
Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients
Some ghetto dope
Go round tweekin
And get D.I.G.
Thats me im a young ^!$$%

$#[email protected] around with me dog
And y'all get done ^!$$%
(Chorus) (X4)

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