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the most flyest and stylish rapture,
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest, 
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project,
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
to us, huh?)
(I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!)
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
personal rights to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, and the fact that He laid down His rights for us when He went to the Cross. His rights to a proper trial.
Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
those who cross the path of righteous men 

let me start again (for what) for those who can't comprehend lee majors 

the virus 

niggas they run
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
lumps
You flossin now, you be pardon by next month
Type of thug, yo I was born to bug
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
rock pastel 

Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog 

while I launch technology 

Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put 
out
the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives
Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir

Straight from
[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,
the shoe box
I got bank accounts
Things that I own up
A nice guy, but don't cross me for no push ova'
Remember high school days, winters was colda'
the MOB
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock,