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Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) From Letras Mania