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JOEY BADA$$ lyrics : "Beyond A Reasonable Doubt"

Say gon' get the levels right
Mic, mic check mic
Mic two


Hook:


Ashes to ashes, blunt after blunt
I dont give a $#&@, you can call it what you want


Check check, aint no reason to doubt
This be that be beyond that reasonable doubt %#@!
Rap Genius, check the account for vouch-izzle

We out here, bout a 90's rap ^!$$%s ouches
Deep .. from higher powers cause no clique is high as ours
^!$$%s try and copy our style we can' digt it

You can't rep the coast if we aint say that you with it
If you with it, then you know who's really
Runnin this rap %#@! ^!$$% caught in the rapture

These ^!$$%s is just actors that we shoot out on film
Catch ya on the reals said if the cannister blaster for real
Now everyone can see the movie that you dreamin'

Everyone can watch it live while you screamin'
Blue dreamin', make my eyes look blue demon
Make half an ounce disappear shazzam Houdini

Two genies, I'm too genius
Record breaker flows and this record a Guiness
In this gold I'm a pro

Say what you know? what you know?
Its how we roll, how we roll
I suppose

Its like

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Ashes to ashes, blunt after blunt

I dont give a $#&@, you can call it what you want

Ashes to ashes, blunt after blunt

I dont give a $#&@, you can call it what you want

Bam Bam, Queens

I used to suplex a fiend
Now I'm about to cop a duplex this Spring
It aint a thing to get the boom bing

Let two ring, while the kid is in the new swing
Hop in the 850 laced like a shoe string
I like the #~!!@ like a catchers mitt

I'm passionate,
Your man got lots of clams but never flashing it
Stay with a (*##$ that got an $$# thats good for stashin' %#@!

My man got one eye
Work like where the sun lies
Through my sons eyes

Forty floods I look at the sunrise
I'm such a low life, but now I'm dumb high
My joint look like a mud slide

%#@! to make my lungs cry
You hold it down I see the one time
Swinger beamer lefty like Mo Vaughn

Fancy clothes are worn
You get lifted like a composer song
Blood I'm the chosen one

I wont eat unless theres a frozen swan
Laugh at these old $#&@ers still holding on
It's me, no

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