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the church is like casinos with slot machines missing
Your congregation put food on they wish list
I see you buyin' more Benz's

All I hear is
Gimme gimme
the ocean
An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme
you waitin' on boy, get up shake a leg
Gimme 10 of them suckers with grits and eggs
A glass of Koolaid and a whole stick of butter
Them biscuits make me
I started 
Playing guitar by the town memorial
All my songs were singing editorials
And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount
I counted my change
his food
Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin'
Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin'
Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night
But
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(they
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(they
in the mall
Hos just pause
Pop a few tags; gimme dat on da wall
Time to flip the work
Make the block bump
Boys 'n da Hood
Call me Black by my
Well you done know, 
When gangsta touch the street, 
Food have fi eat
It's a gangsta life
Zagga zow 

We squeeze and make cheese 
Bun my enemy
on fire
Get rich, the empire's

About to strike back
If you rock the mic wack
And that's the way it is 'cause yo
It's like that

[Sadat X] 
Money,
spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
Your flow sick, my shit did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and Arab, 
You should see my eleven year
and I'ma fig it 
Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament 
Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette 
I'm a b-boy
Hold your breath when you see me walking by
I'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eye
I confess I'm like Jesse James in
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
right 

I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire 
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes 
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings
the tool was mine, then I feel no shame
Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed
Then I called my boys, “What’s up?
Yo get with it, find outa
Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass this
But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
If rhymes were food, the main source for
like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
cyanide, I'm gonna be right by your side
If we gotta take that riot ride on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building
For
the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin

Love is looking over various errors
And hate is habitually accelerating
bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary

Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up
verbals & graphic grammar 
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama 
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer 
All across the planet niggas crumble like
This a Nitti beat

Here we go again
Bad Boy South
Ghettoville, USA
Block Entertainment
You know I go by the name Nitti, right?

I gotta introduce
would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of whole foods, and those fools
Ain't supposed to beef, but you'd think they
niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the kees, why'all niggas is bitchin'
Package it up,