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and powdered up the gun
Then we sailed around in circles and just waited for the fun

Well we hired our funds saw the pretty girls a comin'
There wasn't
and powdered up the gun
Then we sailed around in circles and just waited for the fun

Well we hired our funds saw the pretty girls a comin'
There wasn't
and powdered up the gun
Then we sailed around in circles and just waited for the fun

Well we hired our funds saw the pretty girls a comin'
There wasn't
us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high

Curl on the dumbbell L
We can't even S P E L L MTV or TRL
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
un po grana e tipe top gamma
Vivo top gun, top Phantom
Shot gun, no non sto calmo
Nel rap vi smonto tipo mobili Ikea
Succhiate il cazzo come
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!

Baby! Baby!

It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P

You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
This is real talk, shank lullabyes
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
Supreme
Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
And bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin' aye, or how we say it round my way
the Likwit Crew 

Chorus: repeat 8X 

Funny style 

King Tee: 

Now watch me run amuck 

And gun em up with the shit 

Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks
mean a damn thang
Remi ended up runnin off with martin
He was wanted for arson for startin fires in carson
So johnnie hired a gun named rum, and paid him
gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G
Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E
Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
a team of one, a defective hired gun

I play like a ham, well that makes me Spam
And then I wonder why nobody ever wants to jam
Cause ya feel like
that unknown soldier
No one can remember your name

So here I stand by your graveside
The steel helmet lies upon your cross
They said you died for king
be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L

[Chorus: x2]
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
Yeah! This Spartan music man! This Sparta! 
I'm a fucking Spartan man! Listen! Yeah!

Boxcutter Pazzy alias Lucifer's friend
Yahweh Ben Yahweh
boxed in
It's not just where they record
There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford
Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You
wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nothin' to lose guns bustin'
And brossen niggas y'all can't live
religious, these shots’ll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin’ up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin’ cold, I gotta wear it
nigga
I'm a C.E.O. with the mickey flow and yo
Fuck around and get freaky wit ya main ho
At my show, nigga what
You get two straight to your guns, you