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butts

So that's when I told him
"We can't use you today"
So I handed the boy a dollar
And sent him on his way

Well, the boss got back
And we
to find God when my clips inserted
Words are blurted when we bust guns, you heard it
Left ya murdered

I know ya, was stunned by the verdict
I'm a free man,
of used cigarette butts.
So that's when I told him 'We can't use you today'
So I handed the boy a dollar and sent him on his way
Well the boss got back
status, in fact
That is the only way you'll ever be able to say
Your legend is makin' an allegation
I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with
[Sample] 

Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye] 

The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth 

[foul in this earth] 

You can't fake plannin' from
The second part of it I left like it's been all of these years
Because you can't improve upon perfection
I'd like to dedicate this tonight to all
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
and it rock
to the left its mcnasty nigggga [hot to death]
I shot the sheriff so watch you're step duke
Its Detroit stepping through, watch me let loose
bride, Oh how I, miss your face
Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face

Tell me are you real? Do you feel?
Do you steal these moments you
bought her
You sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up
But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'cause look what
and it rock
to the left its mcnasty nigggga [hot to death]
I shot the sheriff so watch you're step duke
Its Detroit stepping through, watch me let loose
status, in fact
That is the only way you'll ever be able to say
Your legend is makin' an allegation
I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with
day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your dick, now you
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
nuts
You've been the same motherfucker since 2001
Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump
I'm at your house like, "why you got your
and invert it
Spray and burn it like I'm holdin areosol to a brick wall
Type my name indelibly, so my legend won't fall
Apani Y'all yes yes, the rest are
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're
Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you
doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N. B. A. style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
with the click of a switch you're cut off
You can't handle, so you break north
Then I said it before, and I'ma say it again
I'm the Daddy, O is for
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
(Chorus) 

(David Banner) 
I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke 
No education so she spent the last check on some dope 
Hovers to John's
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
inspired me to write the ExeBis scripts
As a constant reminder not to forget Bis
But I've reached a precipice
Remember Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's
trooper disguise

Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper

Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries

Boxing like romans an ancient