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of all.

They were married in a chapel
Lily bore him seven children
And every night he put her down
And made her feel ashamed. 

He took the face she
cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't
a day
Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim, 
and started fuckin? with Trina
Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I
possible for me to kick to you
Predict to you for future reference
For you to take heed but that's your preference
What makes two hundred and fifty seven
could rap
No one lifted a hand
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars
could rap
No one lifted a hand
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars
2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Repping UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free
sound when I tim-berr" (4X) 



[Diamond D] 

Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step 

I earn my respect then quiet as kept 

Yeah,
quit 'cause it's the Krazy
Poppin' all this shit 'cause his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it
I make it by the bucket
went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone, three years
could rap
No one lifted a hand
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars
fo', I roll 7 out the do'
Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold
8: 'Don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin'
Got Nines for trick
and the rocket sled itself got lunched! 
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife. 
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges 
We pulled a few
anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's
collars off, while ridin' off
Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher
and mad audio
Got personal trainers to take care of my cardio
And Playboy Bunnies to bring me milk and oreos
A dozen hunnnies in bikinis and parios
To chill
in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own.
So fear and stress sets in as the other groups approached the slaughter house led by
be a stone killa
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Theirs plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this
The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven
anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's
Thank my math teacher Count Dracula 

For just teachin' a brother to you know 

Count his marbles you know 

What about you? 



Verse 1 (Mack)
Thank my math teacher Count Dracula 

For just teachin' a brother to you know 

Count his marbles you know 

What about you? 



Verse 1 (Mack)
many men (Amen) And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you'll
realize That God ordained every one of his creations to be successful.

Look at this
[Gipp]
 Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
 Yeah..
 All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
 Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
 in the Chinese
still? making that bite and shit
Now the esses calling me Lo Dinero
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play
Ask them