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school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
Shout out to old Jews and old rules
New blacks with new stacks
I already been the king
Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs
New
school house was full, and they would come
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single
Their autographs were the only things free
But
school house was full, and they would come
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single
Their autographs were the only things free
But
school house was full, and they would come
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single
Their autographs were the only things free
But
niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no
Portland
Would've drafted Jordan
Instead of Sam Bowie?
What if you really have to be nice to get a deal?
What if all of these rappers' ice was really
white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos

The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
Jordan's on your feet costin' more than your bail
You know you're ghetto when your goin' on a creep
And your girl gotta wait for her children to fall
a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if we ain't
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
      "I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)

  "You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
   By Sauce
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Rocafella's only n****z that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
and zucchini
With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic
Pardon, my 'High Tymes' album a problem
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that bitch