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Okay, reload [?] like Al Pacino Okay, reload Like Scarface, Al Pacino You got some nerve talking shit about me When you ain't done fuck all Yeah, yeah, do the time now This time I'm coming out on my parole Had your time with the Bentley, the gold The yoga, Prada, bling-bling's gone Nuttin' goin' on but the rent [?] bread, bacon I caught you [?] I spit on the ground You don't know? Had to be on the ground [?] cause you got no backbone Okay reload, coming at you like Al Pacino Is you down? Gonna get you for one more round Okay reload, coming at you like Al Pacino Is you down? Gonna get you for one more round Much too young Too heavy and fell in far too deep Okay, cocaine now! Ganja, Rizla, sensimilia Letras de canciones[?] Dodgin' Feds on the bus, life ain't fair Let me see what you've got on Yeah, yeah, tracksuits, still got your hoodie on 'Member that girl that you called "loose"? Yeah, last week I saw her working in Boots I know, I know she ain't got nothing on me She ain't got the goods Is you down for one more round? It's okay, I feel good Is you down for one more round? Well that's okay, your shit's tired anyway Okay reload, coming at you like Al Pacino Is you down? Gonna get you for one more round You got your head switched You gave into me, bureaucratic Yeah, yeah I'm a heart breaker What happened to you, aren't you thoroughbred? I want Public Enemy back Chuck D, Flava, and Professor Griff Who gon' come save us? Had to fight back the pop-stars bullshit Okay reload, coming at you like Al Pacino Is you down? Gonna get you for one more round Well that's okay, your shit's tired anyway Is you down? Gonna get you for one more round [?] 'Nuff of them men, try take liberties I've got the back bone, don't need yours 'Nuff of them [?] say "[?]" Meow, meow, pussycat turned tiger If you don't know it goes, "rawr, rawr" More bounce in the ounce than gunpowder Make you play position, defender From Letras Mania