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97 Payne
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Rj Payne
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"This feel like that 97 Pain I lost my mom and my brother before 97 Came Back when Jigga had that 97 Range My niggas was Juice Crew, moving that 97 caine This is more than just writing and rapping I was pushing my nickel bags in a white little napkin I was in and out of NY either fighting or trapping Always knew I could get that deal, it was likely to happen But I was stuck struggling Either rapping or drug smuggling I'm tryna hold both in my hands, I'm just juggling 44 Colt in my pants, the blood bubbling Shorty moving coke in the van, I'm just plugging em Y'all don't hear me at all Though a nigga speaking sincerely, I've done clearly evolved Front on the guy, and I'm airing the Hall Enough bullets in the mother f*cking gun, I can clear out the mall I'm sayin Learned to hustle and then cook back up It wasn't school when we went to pick the book bags up Hammers was everywhere, my old heads could hook that up You robbing who? Get shot twice before you look back up I'm sayin You now witnessing the God A Goodfella, was raised by a member of the mob Hollywood St, South Philly, vivid with the bars Bronx Tale shit, me and Sonny sitting in the bar Yeah! Man, I think he had Alqaeda with him Did a bunch of dirt, a nigga could've got indicted with him Went to Jail, & never told, that's the fighter in him He swallowed his own poison, now that's spider venom Yeah, we was slick as they come Just cause I rap, you don't know about the shit that I've done Faith in 3 things: God, My Bitch, and My Gun You wanna hear a real nigga, now you listen to one IT'S PAYNE!"
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