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LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
Where n****s lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
thang
And it ain't no rules when you in this game

Gunblast echo fast and all I seen was loose cash
I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab
stop
All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya don't stop

Verse 3: lost boyz

Word up
You know me gotta
or the choice
But want free chocolate men who'll
Crash 'n' dice you don't mean nice, ha ha
Try to say that fast

I'm
[GR8 Scott]
7
[D-Stroy]
6,5,4,3,2,1
[GR8
Huh!

There's a black man livin in a big (big) house
Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout
Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars
One of them Mack
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath to watch
snappers, speaker slappers 
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper 
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
a fuck about the judge, we runnin' from [Incomprehensible]
Speeding through life at a fast pace
So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch
A prostitute, get her thrills outta studio booths
She divorced off the truth to get used to the sport
Took her three-fourths off to put on poom-poom shorts
She
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
ambulances, by the wheelchair

Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
chips like Frito, Lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood
thing to a nigga that knew me
Little did I know he was settin' me up
Wettin' me up and catch me up
Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin'
A shotty
fast
And click 'til you drop in a ditch
And get colder by the moment while you moan and you twitch, oh
Somebody's followin' Jean
Now somethin's creepin'
Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist