I be yellin really humourous bizkit

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I be yellin really my eyes Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive bizkit [Kastro - Verse 4] You ain't shit without your homeboys Y'all ain't no grown boys I feel it all and no voice Now you stuck with no choice Get on the ground, give up your property It's like monopoly With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin me That's why I pop three in my bizkit throat Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote Forgot to pull it close And I got enough to go around for everybody challengin Guns, never silence, I'm still wildin like Allen And Mister Jeru, well it's mob. all that deep shit You can keep it Fuck frontin, I ain't never kept a secret My dog's swift, doin the hard shift in the jail I'm still sendin the mail We livin' in Hell My mom dukes told me 'life is what you make it' So watch yours close And The Outlawz will fuck around and take it I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half I'll get em for thiry that's why I dump
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