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"And now for something completely different"

Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
Haw haw haw
I'm laughin' to the bank like 'Haw haw haw'
I'm laughin' at these lames like 'Haw haw haw'
Haw haw haw
I'm flexin' on these lames like
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is

Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera
an album, get classes

[Chorus]

Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
an album, get classes

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
know about trues
Keep ya bobbin' your head by makin' major moves

(Chorus)
[Jhaz]
Never been no lame
Always been true game
Roll thick with the Mo
"Bitch niggas listen"
      "I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)

  "You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
   By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best

Get paid
game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You 'bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
part
Or just kick back and chill till I play my cards.

Okay I'm back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten
the hood, when you ballin' with lames
On the highway to heaven, I headed to switch lanes
In the ghetto, surrounded by these bitches and gangs
It's much,
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
bite his lead, or we can fight instead
And fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the keg
Tell your boys to get your lame crest on
Want to rip together?
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
to explode, 
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now, 
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
it, walk wit' it, I'm no gimmick
(Yeah!) Twenty twelve, there be no games
Real rap, real bars, I'm not playin'
Haters y'all lame, you a Missy fan
I'm livin' on cribs while u dreamin' in ya cribs
So all you big babies can keep on ya bibs
Stayin' on tour while my album gettin' shipped
Tryin'
talkin shit cause they broke and they ain't on
Who them niggas rappin they ain't snappin on that lame song
Tell them muthafuckas that them suckas got
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album
(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up