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Art Primo |
| Question: |
I was chillin' right around my way 21st Eastside at a beach This lil' fool ran up on me Poppin' off wit his homies like he was a straight G Askin' where I'm from while he runnin' up Bang my sound, nag one of them Some things, son, they just don't change Fools don't respect nothin' but to Gang bang |
| AP Reply: |
WATS THE QUESTION? |
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