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facial cat imprints\n  start_ms: 122600\n  end_ms: 125980\n- text: And even our señoritas be carryin' heaters\n  start_ms: 125980\n  end_ms: 127860\n- text: Now how you gon' beat us or delete us, you bunch of halfway achievers?\n  start_ms: 127860\n  end_ms: 130880\n- text: Buyin' out apartment leases, the dough increases\n  start_ms: 130880\n  end_ms: 133240\n- text: Out of this world contacts just like Reese's Pieces\n  start_ms: 133240\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: See, we eat pieces, strapped on the waistline\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: But too many talkers in the world of crime so now I keep mine\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140950\n- text: In the sh— never mind, forget that\n  start_ms: 140950\n  end_ms: 142660\n- text: Don't even sweat that, let me get up\n  start_ms: 142660\n  end_ms: 144010\n- text: On this track and let the world relax\n  start_ms: 144010\n  end_ms: 146550\n- text: Uh yeah, Raw Cotton, nigga\n  start_ms: 146550\n  end_ms: 148460\n- text: 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with the state of art\n  Let it start, pause your camcorder\n  Our fury slam harder, witness lyrical manslaughter\n\n  Ayo, I stay hustlin', bustin' somethin' disgusting\n  Only got a few friends and I don't even trust 'em\n  Those cats want C-Power, I'm gon' crush 'em\n  Affiliated, got all the work flowin' through customs\n  Frankly, better make your mark and enforce it\n  Look at me, the end of my sleeves remain frosted\n  I lost it, took the ball and ran when they tossed it\n  Buyin' shit, not even care how much it costed\n\n  Call it steel indictments undercover and judges druggin' is rugged\n  Jail time, malls and expensive whores\n\n  Fast cars, killers and mad weight for high stakes\n  Snitches behind gates will become shark bait\n  Train pits, you on my hit list\n  Public enemy, different identity\n  A chameleon to all civilians\n  Warfare, political government affairs\n  A madman who declares a share\n  A piece of the action, a percent\n  Yo, you gotta pay rent or catch ten and facial cat imprints\n\n  And even our señoritas be carryin' heaters\n  Now how you gon' beat us or delete us, you bunch of halfway achievers?\n  Buyin' out apartment leases, the dough increases\n  Out of this world contacts just like Reese's Pieces\n  See, we eat pieces, strapped on the waistline\n  But too many talkers in the world of crime so now I keep mine\n  In the sh— never mind, forget that\n  Don't even sweat that, let me get up\n  On this track and let the world relax\n\n  Uh yeah, Raw Cotton, nigga\n  A-L, B-L, doin' it\n  Doin' that, baby\n  A-L, B-L, Raw Cotton\n  Doin' it, doin' it\n  A-L, B-L, Raw Cotton\n  Doin' it, Corporation, baby\n\n  Corporation\n  Medication, inhalation\n\n  Makes it all better\n  Thirties and Leathers\n"}]