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This ain't something for the radio This ain't something for the radio This is for the ****** like me that's lettin' the 3-80 go With the model chick that love to act a felatio Bullet to your body, I know the exact ratio Come from the soul like pasta noose and macyo Plug 1, plug 2, plug 3 Rip slow, 1 slug, 2 slug, 3 On the block, drug 1, drug 2, drug 3 Epitome at heart, balls in delivery It's hard to the day ****** is giving me the god And if Satan waitin' I try to kill him, no debatin' hatin' I'm on all like my ****** elevatin' Kinda fascinatin' You down *****? Or you in the cell masturbatin'? Soul assassination, either you get it or you don't get it Either you will or you won't, with the smell smoke ghost lit it