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screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak

Live at five interview
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak

Live at five
that's show
But if you move about it, it's a go, well

Dynamic electromagnetic style utensils
Golden-tempered circles enjoyed only by the members
Heat
On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
Walk,
eyes shut
Lay one on the trigger how you figure your bigger
Cause talk is cheep in the house of these slayers
3 by 3 you can't fuck with these players
your eyes shut
Lay one on the trigger how you figure your bigger
Cause talk is cheep in the house of these slayers
3 by 3 you can't fuck with these
the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dykes leaving doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left
the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking
of town, on the bus I made rounds
I was involved in graffiti heavily
My people were Self, Tau and Freck RIP
At night I heard beats next door by QD III
Since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes
So he be knowin' how I'm down by law
Plus his knowledge himself be havin' his
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
, Temptation, Kiss 100, or Flava
Get off from school and take
Ninety two point three but let's skip forward in time
Seven years down the line and it seems
break down the weed in my rap


I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes,
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the master gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
[Starang] 
Starang  forever like Wu Tang  my crew brings drama 
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings 
Smoke tell em how we doin this
?
Even though niggas told me you was gon' clown
But I tried, and you know I cried when I saw you wild'n at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw
the stage
I bounce, from the north side up, A-Town down
Some of these MC's need CPR
Listen to the wack MP3's I'm bored
Your video is hard for me to sit
[Starang] 
Starang  forever like Wu Tang  my crew brings drama 
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings 
Smoke tell em how we doin this
of the huxtables 
Pain before pleasure (U.L.: death before dishonor!) 
Turn rap wannabe piranhas into 'A Fish Called Wanda'
Swordfish to mermaids
I lay down
this is my last entry forever, 
Please don't let my children read this. 

I was meditating when I wrote this 
The first time but interrupted by my
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the master gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the master gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the master gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in