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(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile)	--> Onyx

[ VERSE 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When
The Power Of Their Dreams Can Make
My Hands Fly Again

Life Is Not Being Easy On Me
But Thanks To All My Fans
I Will Always Be
[Jason & Main Choir]
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
are everywhere.

Come on boys, we need to dance, we have got a good chance.
Lay your problems on the floor, clap your hands and sing once more:
Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo
time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?

[12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off
let it burn
And if it ain't your turn move your hand
Matter fact did you put in on this man
You sure got dem did all that reachin' and shit
See me
sits on your mind like chrome 
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam 
What color? Might as well make it same as your dome 
You need
life
Twin Rugers on me now, I'm a hooligan
Walk up in the spot, they be like oh nachoo again
Yeah me, colossal dough
Nigga want beef, Frito Lay him,
life
Twin Rugers on me now, I'm a hooligan
Walk up in the spot, they be like oh nachoo again
Yeah me, colossal dough
Nigga want beef, Frito Lay him,
Intro: scratches by DJ Mighty Mi
"Shady! That's me!" -> Eminem
"High and Mighty Trilogy" -> Mr. Eon
"Back with the flyest material" -> Erick
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
squeal
Break the code of silence, just hand me the steel
For every wrong done, a man'll be killed, there's plans to rebuild
Curtains and drapes, got
face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch’s name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Wake up in the middle of the night
With my girl beside me feeling naughty
Just watching her lay there
Such a sexy atmosphere
She hand
your fingers do the walkin', hey I'm talkin', yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who
kick
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right
we'll make ya niggaz cry

Hands on your head, knees on the ground
Bitch yous gots to get down
You done seen this shit befo so you know how the story go
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
An award they ain't hand me, but I sat behind Will
And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family
I miss the early morning convos, believe me
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...

[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right
the whole world after me 
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy 
Mafiosa, murder one mind 
black toaster, low composure 
twin Glocks in 2 holsters 
we mobb
Churches are ran like corporations makin me holla
Corporations are ran like churches praisin the dollar
There's no way out, or is it? Release your doubt