[Verse 1: HighImJames]
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[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
What the hell you thought it was small fry
Its the big dweller in the field
Can you smell me
When I see ya all I smell is bitch I can tell ya isn't real
Catch Rozz funking like a mack with some soliders with me funking with the steel
Before you kill yourself give me bands
Give me grand
Shake my hand
Its a deal
I let you starve no free meals
Dylan on a killing spree still
Hit you so hard that it make ya head spin around like a Sprewell
Breaks mans like a sea shell
Scatter the pieces all on the seashore
Take a loss fuckin' with Rozz cause the boy blowing up like C4

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