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but the shape you're in
Come on now girl genuflect nude magazine
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline

19 candles adorn your cake
Life's simple
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down

Every little n**** you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to f***in' hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood
around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy
Jeffrey Atkins reenactin her boy
So I'm click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked
[Chorus 1:]
Clap your hands this evening, come on
(Scratching), this is for the homies(4x)

(Rodney O)
I'm Rodney O and I'm back, on a track
Cause I don't have none

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on
This Khujo "Gun Club" Goodie at your service
I specialize in whacking
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
reaper
Look like it's time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee-deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All
own a body in the cape
He looked at me "Unc I'm a G though"
This was when he was like three though
To-Lu, they come for his kilos
But he got a bag
The Kane will remain in this domain 
To reign again when I entertain 
'Cause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty black 
I'm so god damn dope, I sell
[Chorus]
Come on in boy, sit on down
And tell me 'bout yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's
as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between israel and palestine
All this world news, all these
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
[Verse 1:]
We be the live ones
You don't want to try son 
Cause the rhyme come
Like a nine gun
You can die young
Hide lungs
Til the seventh sign come
a deputy and he caught him by the arm
Saying Johnny come and go with me poor boy
Johnny come and go with me
Johnny come and go with me poor boy
Johnny
Julie, and this is the M-16. (GUNS.)
I'm shooting the MPK submachine gun. It's made in Germany, (GUNS.)
The MP stands for Machine Pistol. (THIS is a real
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
"This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area"
Gilla House niggas!
[Reggea adlib]

[Hook]
"Want you to know, ya"
'Round here
(Pras)
Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs
It's me, why you want to pimp with today?
Two made from the boy, yeah
Now,
For tryin' to brace, 
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's 
Place the cover in a maced 
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
Another day begins and there you are
The mother sways her shins
Here comes the footstep of the man
Who'll make your dreams

The tube is fitted in
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket
Wakin' up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin’ up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy, whose