Goodbye (feat. Cam'ron & Dave East)

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Max B

Charles Wingate (born May 21, 1978), better known as Max B, is an American rapper from Harlem, New York City, New York. In 2009, Max B began serving a 75-year prison sentence for charges of conspiracy to armed robbery, kidnapping, aggravated assault, and murder. more »

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My favorite rappers was Pac, Big & Jay, Nas & Fiddy Cent, N.W.A yeah 
Screaming f*ck cops before them niggas 
My older brother had me pulling the trigger (yeah) 
Everyday I was running from the law
Hit out on the competition I'm coming for them all yeah
Caught his ass slipping, coming from the mall 
He had his kids so I let him live 
But if I see him again he wouldn't get a pass 
Baby want that Jellotin pudding in her ass ""Splash
Duffle full of cash,""you ever speak of my name I'm coming for ya fast"" 
You niggaz be lolly pop, cotton candy, colder than winter hot as Miami 
The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga please 
I'm murdering you motherfucka's I make ‘em memories (yeah)


You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do 
Look out the window of the Lear it's a better view 
It’s over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

(40 boys nigga, you know what’s up) 
(alright,yeah) 
Run with us or get run over  
All you niggas are dolce’s  
Come to coke, I’m your broker 
I be having it like sosa (scarface) 
Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware) 
That’s what got me the crib in Boca (Florida) 
I aint wearing no fashion nova (faggot) 
Ya’ll niggas should have a ____ (pussy) 
Ya’ll niggas the dunda dunce  
I play the back but I love the front 
You know exactly where we from  
Wifey here gettin’ done 
Got an 8 ball in her bun (uh oh) 
There cam go, me and Charly Rambo  
40th and Lennox we play human commando  
We needed Lucini, no cam blow 
Yo Max, I don’t think they understand though

You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do 
Look out the window of the Lear it's a better view 
It’s over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I’m a boss, I’m a God 
Taking pictures for the sauce, dripping sauce, foreign cars 
Maneuver with my rod  
Out my mind forreal  
I be in the Uber with a bomb  
Got the drop where you living  
Make you go move in with your mom  
This 40 will make you back flip   
My young bitch dropped out of school but she does my taxes  
I’m on 40th knocking Max’s shit  
We’re starving, can’t believe they tried to feed me with rations 
I’m the hottest to come up out of Manhattan since Cam was spazzin’ 
All day I see cameras flashin’ 
Dirt gang we bandana flaggin’ 
No talk we demanding action 
Give a f*ck what your man be askin’ 
He was the toughest them shots went off and you ran the fastest  
Vacationing down in Florida and they caught him in Tampa lackin’ 
Biggavel when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back  
I just need a location to move and I can move that  
Niggas think I might drew hell, before I even drew that  
They violated, couldn’t recognize and they like who that  
Pray that my niggas shoot back 

You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do 
Look out the window of the Lear it’s a better view 
It’s over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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