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S Club 7 Bring It All Back

ahead and talk, that's what i thought, homeboy i'm on it. Bartender can you bring another round, whats up I want it. Upside down yup i'm on it. On it

im talkin to self. i know yall tired of showin love but never gettin it shown back to ya when all u need it a hug your people show their back to ya believe

and racket hear it, rap niggas fear it Fuck what you heard it's what you hearing How much darker must it get? How must harder must it hit? See if ya hardest

me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it Make it rain, ain't a thang When it come to money I got it, man

New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but Welcome

the drive by) It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buddahba It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Budduhba It's

Kid Slangin everything the airport bring in Cook crack sip yak stack cheese Walk around sell my own cd's. (Chorus) I've been hustlin (24-7, 365) From dusk till dawn (all

, don't let nothin' break Yo, watch 'cause we don't care how much time it's gonna take Dance floor packed an' it's lookin' like a lake It's obduction, here's

stoppin' me It's syrup not hennessy, blowin' up independently I done screwed up the industry, got them all wan' be pagin' me Niggas be hatin' me, because I make paper, g It's all