Tytuł: What go around come around, Kid

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   Come on come on
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  yeah yeah
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  Come on come on
  
  Drunk ass fool
  just a punk ass
  gonna cause trouble
  yeah let me burst that bubble
  in a hurry
  I ani't happy
  so worry
  what's a judge
  and a punk ass jury
  homeboy
  Should I'm done to go home
  but ya got caught up inside the cyclone
  If I go home
  I'll get slopped and stoned
  When I disconnnect that
  fuckin neck bone
  WATA!
  Then ya get the kick to jaw kid
  And I rip out ya eyelids
  So you can see
  The head nigger at it
  killa
  Commin when I break on the static
  
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  Shit
  I get real shit
  yo shit
  can ya feel it
  Carbon copy come steal it
  The gatt I conceal it
  Under my jacket
  Oh where oh where
  Do ya think I pack it
  Under my belt
  when the cards get dealt
  to all the players
  And though the punk ass fakers
  just come
  And ya get the high pitched humm
  Make ya understand where I'm from
  The eastside brown
  kid looks around
  Put's down tump
  it must fall down
  It's on
  when ya wanna take my pound
  punk
  what go around come around
  
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  What go around come around
  
  (time, time for some action)
  check me and I'll check you back
  (time, time for some action)
  check me and I'll check you back
  
  When they come
  with the staic cling
  it's not thing
  Make ya sing the blues
  like B.B. King
  I got the roughneck scales
  To give awhile
  Like a voodoo child
  Nuthin but style
  Take it
  But you can see the black glock clickin
  Point my gatt
  at the punk ass victims
  Step up
  Or you can step back
  though the doors
  You can bring it on
  if ya wanna come get yours
  But ya betta look ova ya shoulda
  Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder
  
  What go around come around, kid (go around)
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  What go around come around, kid (go around)
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  What go around come around, kid (go around)
  What go around come around
  
  (time, time for some action)
  check me and I'll check you back
  (time, time for some action)
  check me and I'll check you back
  (time, time for some action)
  check me and I'll check you back
  
  check me and I'll check you back