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Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands and
follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not had
his hands up
This free world got you gased up
Now who's afraid of the big bad
wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs,
none
This guy aint no mother-fuckin
MC,
I know everything he's got to say
against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum,
I do live in a trailer with my
mom,
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar
Bob who shoots
himself in the leg with his own
gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you
chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin
"FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've
been through
But i know something about you
You went to Crankbook, that's a
private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
This is guy's a gangster, he's
real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with
both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real
good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, He's
shook
'Cause there no such things as
half-way crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin
yearbook, fuck Crankbook
Fuck the beat, i go acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock,
fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash,
i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna
win, I'm outty,
Here, tell this people something
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