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with a play in the cut looking like you
can't wait the screen go do that in the
background oh I didn't recognize you
with your
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honey pounds of grass and two million in
cash
I was glad to written one back so I got
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two hotties sleep for three at the TJ's
split the money three ways man we all
laughing - nice and read it celebrating
nigga heist completed listen up
gangsters and honey's with your hair
done pull up a chair honey and put it in
the air son dog whatever they call you
God just listen
I Spit a story back with the stars at
the ending the bullet goes back in the
gun the bullet holes closing his chance
of a nigga now he back to square one
screaming shoot don't please I put my
fist back on my hip it's like a VCR
winding the hip he put his hands back on
his bitch my camera van doors open up I
jumped back in the van that closes shot
going reverse totally prepared my nigga
jungle other's house something crazy
like goalie there sitting back in his
chair we hit in the ropes the smoke goes
back in the blunt the blood gets bigger
and grown jungle unroasted put his weed
back in the jar the blood turns back
into a cigar we listen to Stevie and
sounded like heavy metal fans spinnin
records back with some ac/dc I get my
niggas dad jump out the van back first
back upstairs took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone in my ear
listen up so I can figure out the poem
real clear the voice on the phone is
like outside right weed so with my mouth
wide holding my head bullets I had
plenty to squeeze plenty for you cuz
jungle said block your own enemy stop
hung up the phone then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed think about this
pretty young thing
she came back her clothes just go to the
rub she bailed to my bed and gave me a
hug I told her no hell she talked about
me kiss fog the head to spit a nut back
in my feet started sucking with no hands
a whole lot of spit they got up and put
her bra back on the tape got fully
dressed and told me stress really I
picked up a Pucci bag and left for they
get behind walking through the door she
rang the bell twice a bomb ADIZ baka
back in my glass with juice and ice
their plot went back from reader to the
one and that's about the time a story
begun that's when I first heard the
voice mail on the cell it says some we
found that nigga we got a kid
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baby come on
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I like that assassin character two main
effectors I don't know if the shotguns
not bad either within 20 meters it's
over I think but any further net it's a
fucking crash
yeah yeah all I need is one mic one beat
one stage one nigger from my face on the
front page only if I had one gun one
girl and one crate one guard they show
me how to do things and Sunday pure like
a couple virgin blood mix wet 151 one
shit I'll make a little flip write your
names on my hollow tips plotting shit
man pilots who I'm going body this hood
politics acknowledges me bodies chopped
up in garbages seats watch us grow up
and try to follow us police watch us
roll up and try knocking us one knee I
dug could it be my time is up with my
luck I got up the cops shot again bus
stop glass bursts of beam drops a tiny
kid ricocheted between the spots that
I'm hiding in blacking out I'll shoot
your back
fucking head this is my hood I'm a
rapper to the depth of it to everybody
come on little niggas has grown rats
don't
we need more rubber your songs if I'm
the star son in the moon and it's like
four police chases street sweepers
accomplice SiC up kids with no
conscience leaving bacon for doctors if
you really think you ready all I need is
one blunt one page one pin one prayer
tell God forgive me for once as a matter
of fact maybe more than one look back at
all the hatred against me fuck all it up
Jesus died at age 33 shots Glock 16
apiece that's 32 which means one of our
guns was holding 1727 hit you through
six winning to you
everybody got to die sometime hope your
funeral never get shot up bullets tear
through the end is sitting up in his fan
niggas roll up shooting from wheelchairs
martyrs race all facing revenge in the
end I let this shit slide for too many
years
I'm strapped with a couple of Mac's too
many nines and out niggas really wit me
get busy load up the semies you want to
just hold the clue to you empty there's
nothing in our way they boss we bought a
bra three bucks let flying feeling I
feel it in my gut that me take these
pitches the wall all I need is one like
one try one on one man what I stand for
speaks for itself
they don't understand they wanna see me
your top two we go walking out that
slick shit the same way these bitches do
wonder what my secret is niggas to move
on you only get a note with your
weaknesses I have none too late the grab
burns I'm blasting because I'm a fool
nigga but I wouldn't have that ass son
who'd you niggas what you call an
infinite broadly turn those clashing
look it's deep and complete with dicks
cause brothers life in each other up in
prison yards drama where is the start
you know the block was ill as a
youngster every night it was Fight Club
copy kill body found in the dumpster
Furillo hustler purchased my brains
nigga stole my dirt on my name jealous
cuz fiends got they work you do playing
vicious left because they thought I was
finished shit I knew she wasn't you she
came to me when a man called ascenders
diamond sublime it I never make the same
mistakes moving with a change of pace
right alone
see now the kid is straight swelling my
Melik cuz none of these niggas for hurry
will tell the police how can a kingpin
squeal this is tres
come on the right track I finally found
you need some soul searching the time I
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come upon you alright now you're fuckin
right my man was fooled into the streets
and everything was flowing nice the
quarter spouted niggas must be rolling
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back why not
quick class coccyx at back gotta be
strapped the game was mad pack Mad Catz
pockets was back they playing CeeLo my
ticket hall when I see though I bet
nothing less than angio
you know why steelo first I was losing
then I started throwing head crack after
head crack got my breath back jumped in
my breath
I'm waiting for my nigga took the might
of the spike I see niggas in the fuckin
my face you sorta Brennan said how much
did you win estimated about 45 G's no
I'm alone headed home the rest - some
niggas trailer so I pick up the phone
I'm on the run need your help
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once a quarter
double picked up behind the big power
fleeing real bad and couldn't stop me
you still have the profit in my pockets
so a credit to a park that was near
seeing kids playing everywhere and
through the cash in the air I watched
all of them run for this shit and all I
could do was stare I got weak in front
of my Rib so I can hear the savings that
means say it comes too late
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check it is my kid when I cause Swim
Center sneakers is cakes money is chips
movies is Flint's also cribs homes Jax's
payphones cocaine is nose candy
cigarettes is balls
Oh a radio with the boxer razor blade is
a flat diamonds rocks and chases cops
and if you got robbed you got stuff you
got shot you got Baughman if you got
double-crossed you got fuck the Range
Rovers yeah
holder's against the Titans a note I
call this okeydoke and if you got punch
that means you've got snuff to clean
this to bluff a bull scare is a stroke I
know to make the way I'm freaking it
I took a slang and I'm gonna never stop
speaking in slang that's just the way
that I talk Campbell every spills I'm
a joke the wolf so crook more deep
already explained the meaning a shook if
you for the felony you caught an F if
you got killed you got left if you like
the dragon you got bad breath
if you 7:30 that means you crazy hit me
on the head space me agent uh Shoshone
if you've got age you like the Germans
but she gave you a disease then you got
burned
max meaning relax guns and pistols as
Gaspard losses has written scrappy tisha
brought a victim some off a sweatbox is
a small club two tickets your heart your
apartment in Japan your old man is your
dad the studio is the lab and heater
this man I know you like the way I'm
freaking it I took singing them and
never stopped speaking it swing that's
just the weight that I've talked over
the way the night's all go
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one two one two kind of tired
big elbow get into some shit I don't
take it out yo truck all the glam is in
place I plan to get rich I'm from New
York he never was offended in this and
the more about its abandon my tips you
Angus I was in the band with your bitch
we're both hands on a Titch hold on hold
it throw that you know in your heart
I've got style brush the way that I've
been slowing this jump around back I
used to hustle selling blow in the pump
telling G stacks and rocking lights that
glow in the dark forever
Heidi honey trigger simple and quick the
body shutting you looking at me like
we're probably trying I fuck around and
go to be in your chest and fleeting my
best I'm older than smarter this is
being my best I stopped hanging around
golf cause Vegas night you he's preying
on my downfall hoping I flap hoping I
stop you probably even hope I get life
or be on the street corner with a pipe
smoking the rock I got more riches than
you but more bitches than you only thing
I haven't got is more stitches than you
fucking Punk you ain't a leader what
nobody follow you there was never shit
your mother should have swallowed shoe
you wants to tag along close yes man
shit do me a favor
it means you're up the next man pick and
if you think I can fuck with whoever put
some runny dust
put your dues up to fucking put your
honey up put your back in the house up
nigga I'll shut your mouth up before a
Brooklyn and make a lot of bloodshed
turn your tux red I'm often broke got
enough bread in that holds X Beavis I
get nothing but head my gayness vicious
and full fucking chicks is the rule if
my girl think I'm done using that
bitches are full how come you can listen
to my first album and tell where a lot
of niggas got the whole style from your
acting for you ain't half as raw you
need to practice more somebody tell us
nigga son while crack his Jordans run of
employees and running with men I'm
observing a license to the 110 a
identical side am but this nigger them
done it again I throw slugs and Eddie
got no love for city cops I support a
pretty wack
I'm making wonderful bigger sound fuck
with none of you niggas I might pull out
this lemon you niggas improv every last
one of you niggas yeah what who wanna
bet is that we don't touch understand
chatters forever
lift retch of its oil instead of us to
the depp of us me and my confidence you
shine you feel like I'll be on y'all
niggas just romp buddy yells go with you
my ladies like snow
we don't just shine where you go beneath
the whole show you feel me thank you
from the other side would love to kill
me spilled to be tossing my blood into
the street let alone the heat fucker hey
nigga love in his life you know possible
way nothing fetches bug in my life I
spit all day in selecting with my man
later on the Uptown hot black he got his
side sprayed up I saw his life slipping
this is a minor setback you're spilling
or we live in just dream about to get
back that made him smile no once I said
pray for me I do you want betterments
ladies niggas faithfully murder it's a
tough gig to digest it's the slow
process and I ain't got nothing return I
had near brushes about to mention three
shots close range never touch me
divine intervention can't stop by
drinking mai tais which I tie down in
the fight I roll a fuckin crazy without
rap I was crazy space part number Hill
spending money from 88
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I'm making you and your wack man pull
like bad hands roll I cannot believe
that fancy dropping me like white
Christmas I grow slow-motion the end of
the fiscal year and these niggas could
wish to the dead presidential candidate
with the sprinkles in the press event
you ice
that'll offend you in due time with
crime please my mind all sneak-thieves
is Playa haters get shine but until then
I keep the true you cut diamond shining
long as the villain win I spin Japan in
the ten major events catch me in the
joint convince my iguana spikey j8y -
controlling manipulative I gotta go like
man pounds in pants no dollars make
sense why you ride the bitch
catch me swinging for the best and
presentation
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the Soviet the unifier steady flow you
already know you played I'm heavy bro
heavy the oh mike moschetti jablow your
paper for slow like you're ready
mine's a steady grown ready go played by
many for below better believe I have
eleven sixty to show my dough flips like
tight ball jay-z that I do believe
you're like darn it is Chris nails to
change your life arm row with the
winners heavy spenders like hit records
Rockefeller and get it corrected this
shit is effective from share the chicks
are dripping the Lexus make it without
you're gonna be taking down being your
Brown we taking your niggas is faking we
getting it done well-connected jay-z get
you fake badges unplug like a TV got
empty Queen take your treasure my
pleasure
dead presidents politics is yeah
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but y'all thought I was they go see me
I'm the whole Cyrus of this shit
motherfuckers mr. Fitz 97
hi my niggas in my nigga ressy let's do
it like this I'm gonna moonshine let's
take it back to 79 i warm atomically
Socrates philosophies and hypotheses
can't define if I'd be dropping these
mockeries lyrically perform armed
robbery leave with the lottery possibly
they spotted me
battle-scarred Shogun is bullshit when
my pen itch tremendous poacher violet
shine black forensics I inspect you to
the future see millennium killaby so 50
gold 60 platinum shackling the matches
with drastic grab tactics graphic
displays melted steel like blacksmiths
black wounds hackers queen bees ease the
Gunson rumble patrolmen tear gas lease
the function heads by the score tape
plate and site of war ticks hit the
floor diehard fans demand more
behold the bold soldier control the glow
slowly grow seize the blows swinging
swords like shinobi start grounds
foot prints in solid rock who got a lock
before me live one y'all had a slot as
the world turns I spread like jerk
what's the globe with the pestilence the
hard-headed never learned this my
Testament is those burns play my
position in the game of life standing
firm on forest land jump the gun out the
frying pan into the fire you've
transformed into the Ghost Rider a
six-pack and the streetcar named desire
who got my back in the line of fire
holding back what my peoples if you wit
me where the fuck you at niggas and
scrap that they trying to twist my big
cat its court adjourned for the back
seat but bad sperm forgot my wig fried
like a bad burn what the blood clots we
smoked pot and blow spot you wanna think
twice I think not lying along ain't got
to tell you where it's coming from
guns is never wrong tearing up your
battle zone rip do your swamps I twist
starts from the heart try to lose my
voice on the LP machines on the swing
ride certified chatterbox
so Kevin let me daughter talking tell
your story walking
run for your brother kid bunker your
team and your six can ride rupees Sarkis
squeeze with the advantage and get
wasted my deadly nose racer premium for
this basic compared to mine domino
effect Archie crash paragraphs contain
cyanide take a free ride on my part I
got the stash it catalogs for all y'all
all breaks through the guard the saga
continues Liu Kang woo turning under big
toys flaming it burns so sweet let's
relive Victor beat
raggedy defeated the crush slow flaming
the look slow poor judgement day coming
conquer its wolf allow us to escape help
globe spinning ball pocket full of
shells out the sky : arms to spread this
shitty Mortal Kombat sound the fake
balls that make the blood stain the
ground a jungle junkie
vigilante tantrum a deaf kiss catwalk
piece about the anthem hold it for
ransom
true our lives bananas Jesus my uber
struck graceful music ballerinas monkeys
excessively rich California smell an axe
killers enter paint a picture well I
sing the song from sing sing sipping on
jinxing bright this rag chaperon
rotating channel wooden soldiers
disciple post rubbing Buddhist a
thousand men rushing in not one nigga
with sober perpendicular to the swirl
like flame is a from your dragons left
if I check along my feet travel I go for
chest through your spine to the top of
the cerebral cortex make you feel like
you're busting up for Royal sets the
right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
I terminal like Grand Central Station go
got fat baselines on location get drunk
like a fucking fucking fuck your
probation war the masses the how come
disasters
mini up the victim family safe the ashes
know your names on walls and great the
plaques those win back seat penalties
for the acts another hard these tours
post one's gone those strange niggas hit
slave on the song the track renders
helpless and suffers for multiple stab
wounds and leaks a downstairs home 93
million miles away from came one to
represent the nation this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects
to the wu-tang clan as we engage in
battle the cloud now streams and rage
the hot chief Jamel our e-text stage
blinders provided through sparks of
energy from the mind that travels in
mind for giving sight to the blind
the Dumber mostly in sleep by the drum
definitely one can save shell from this
relentless attack it attracts bears none
fuck look at all these crab niggas laid
back
Cody but sourcing your drink you had a
solid sound convincing get the fuck up
on a fasten your wig bad luck got her
Milly eight separate the English from
the judges me Black Dog would you all
lead chamber trees we like to tender
these sad song season these degrees is
Earth 93 million miles to the first puff
turbulence the wavers split the mega a
joke that's amazing gun in your mouth
saw verbal foul on connect those two
make me man ciao
swift notarized a blue tank rolled up in
a high-rise up your tank buys a work
tranquilizer just the dosage delegate my
clam with explosives when my pen blow
lines for Bruce's Mediterranean Sea you
the number one draft picks it down the
beat guard to delegate guard to seal off
the Swift Chancellor flex the white go
to mention up Jack Chuck DS play the
weak are substantial up max mostly
undivided been slighted sickening
guaranteed made him jump lacrosse stick
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six in forever
Runkle block Rockefeller I'm feeling it
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I know you're feeling it Chris
oscillates I like the choice I keep us
feeling it bone crunches like ypres
close I got the skill for this on my
back the flag is close look at their
legit transactions with legitimate cuz
life is still a bitch and then you die
above a noun like close your eyes and
feel this dick
she's like for setting up in the lip for
like the Lakers but making sure every
nigga stay rich within my sight we paint
the pranks the circle of success they
turn my mic up I'm Bob they hit these
niggas with some chick that alight your
life but if every liquor in your clique
is richer clickings rugged nobody
brokers everyone will be each other's
crunches I hope your booms choose to
listen I tried you bussing these are the
rules I follow in my life you gotta love
it Jimmy bigger looking gully in the
joint if y'all niggas they talking my
large money what's the point
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complaining I'm in the range open the
book 40 hydroplaning what surely when
you disappear the Sun maintaining
putting myself for no position most
rappers ain't in I'm living the old
sweet blows got you on the painting
nothing to gain in the hold like the
moon's you're still singing oh I'm broke
and that people I broke my name be
ringing warming it up for the perfect
time they hit your brain in your filling
in to all the girls are born a girl
shook you sell my breasts no doubt think
about my life is real a shit 95 cipher
copy on the hill and shit and all the
towns like campus that I killed what
shit I know Lefevre West biggest out of
hustler with work though your joints in
the air one time and bust your shit
these fake rappers can't really know I'm
loving it
you feelin it
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if you're feeling
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what y'all heard I'm a DJ hi
we´d like babe watch I keep it tight
all the nights my mom I'm great I
stopped just she I dreamed the sniper
hit me where the fatal shot goes night
there's mom I'm things that you say you
got give me the chills
but these mills well and make me high
y'all feel me enough to stop the ending
ride but at the same time these dams
Kiki feel inside
I'm so confused okay I'm getting weeded
now I know what contradicted myself look
I don't need that now but just once in
the blue when it's nothing to do when
the legend gets too big for my sope
minor cut through I get the zone then me
and the chick on the island then we're
gonna I free my mind sometimes I hit
myself come on then take one more choke
then I leave that weed alone man they
got me going
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the hard chicken from the
if you're feeling
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