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Prove Something lyrics
kin calls from the celly
We watchin belly on the dv, 60 inch tv
Flat shit attatch to the back of the cp
This game need me, Im like gotti once Im gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin
Its all the same, still runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but dont get it confused
We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Dont make us reneact, cuz I rather be layed up in ? ? with a featured actress
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Its the t e r r o r squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real gs haha, come on, woo uh
Ton montana rest in peace forever, never forget.. big pun!
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