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the throat
Until he called on me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

And I don't want what Jay's got on his table
Or the box
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
Get to Parchman Farm by number 9 bus 
And send the children to the gum tree to wake up Nicodemus 

So blow the man down boys.....
[Chorus: x4]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'

You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see
"Bleach Boys"
By The Dead Milkmen
From Beelzebubba
(c) 1988
I've got some buddies and we all drink bleach
You know we practice what we preach
We're
I ain't gon' bite off more than I can handle
I got the DVD all in my wall panel

I ain't try to brag, this is on my dick, 'cause they see in a mag
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
K Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box
I box 'em all in, by a landslide
Nah
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
in your box you loser
I'm gonna have a bladder burst
While you ponder gender!

Excuse me sir!
Over by the stall!
Wrong fucking bathroom!
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
numbers 
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers 
Bitches among us 
Try not to let this bullshit become us 
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
me with a thirty eight, box and shells 
In a 98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells 
Order to go, always got a box of L's 
Blow, stay on the low 
Get
they opened up Pandora’s box”
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make the call and get the coast
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me,
Uh
H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around on a mop string
They had to pull him out the cell with a SWAT
and the shoe box of memories means more to me 

than any argument that could ever be



at the end of the day am I what you've waited for

how can I say that I
what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
You know the name, bitch
you could use some commas
The numbers don't add up boy you want greatness
Dr. right now mothafucka we hate patients
Now put your hands up like them