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Mood FM, volume two, take one

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Fuck that! I don't like people playing on my phone
Girl, don't even trip, you're bigger than that
No! I don't like people playing on my phone

Hey, here's a magic message
Read it, and pass it on

For sure, see if it come back the same
Telephone

Me neither
Okay

Don't play with me
Don't play with me
Play with your mama, bitchnigga
Feminine traits
That gossiping and drama, bitchnigga
Broadcasting live from the Basement
Shots out to Big Tigga
I'm not him, but my forces
Wrap around your city
You seem off the suspect
Like P. Diddy
His close associate gave
Keefe D that heater
That Orlando used to dump shots Through the beamer
Occupied by two of the niggas that Jumped him at The Grand (MGM Grand)
Warm day in 1996
September 7th
After Tyson beat the brakes
Off of Selden
Seldomly, actually, never
Después Evento de boxeo
Sin City Nunca
Estado Sin Trafico
Baby Lane should be praised
For his marksmanship
While in a moving vehicle
He hit his moving targets
Stay low, Pac
Should've stayed low
Six days late
I hear that sad news on the radio
On my way to my football game
Mount Miguel eleventh grade
If I recall correctly
We played Valhalla that day
A sense of sorrow spread to my teammates
Who were fellow Makaveli fans
They thought the news was fake
Then began the rumors
Almost six months after the day Biggie met the same fate
I always heard that bad news travels fast
Then we knew nothing of the internet
And phones weren't smart yet
No such thing of a fact check
Unless you were in attendance when it happened
You've heard second hand info
That's not straight from the horse's mouth
If it's hearsay
What the fuck you talking about
Just like the game, telephone
Details can be added or left out
By one previously told
When it reached the latest person
Story might not even match the original
Or straight up be unrecognizable
We all know that real recognizes real
I don't remember seeing you a day in my life
They usher in a couple memories to jog your memories
Nothing rings a bell
The shock on their face when I introduce myself
Hi
How you do
For the life of me
I don't recognize you dude
My bad, I didn't even know
I knew you
Non-organic, plastic
Fake ass nigga

Hey, here's a magic message
Read it and pass it on