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Pass me the rock nikka
YooooooooooYo word is born thun I was about to shoot this nikka flea when the infamous mobb had a sold out show in little Haiti but you know how it be sunny as shyt in Florida, I had my chromed out revolver aimed at his dome when the rays of the sun bounced of my gun into my eyes temporarily blinding me, by the time I recovered that nikka was gone. God must have been on that nikkas side that day because I swear I was about to light that nikka up, word is bond he don't know how lucky he was dun.