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Mr Rags Other

like ross that ain't ay boss up in here Mr.Rags Tiny Loco that a boss up in here get it clear I got to go for Mine I ain't afraid fear Mr.Rags ayyayay

man, they were clean And his clothes were like rags One was a business man With the plenty of dough He had his thing so set up You know he couldn't blow The other

a vest, okay I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta, throw your rags

of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck Pass it on to others, ship it down the line Leave the

of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And

You Didn't I Got A List Of Your Pass, From Riches To Rags, Yah Brotha Get Shot, Yah Sista Get Grabbed, Pops Wanna Talk, Mom Kissin My Ass, Dance Out They Pocket Like Mr

than any of you niggas Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangster Throw your rags in

get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away So i promised to MR.rany i'm

No You Didn't I Got A List Of Your Pass, From Riches To Rags, Yah Brotha Get Shot, Yah Sista Get Grabbed, Pops Wanna Talk, Mom Kissin My Ass, Dance Out They Pocket Like Mr