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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
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
Turn up everything til you feel it in your spine
Design by a live band to get crowds moving
The rebirth of dancing lets start the movement

Yelling
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
joints 
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace  
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
Flying from the bay to London
They say that money talks but you're not saying nothing
Now try and shade me, I'm like I guess
Why yes, you drive
to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit

[Biggie]
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk

I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin? your shit
That's how the eses play for
Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya
What these bitches want from a nigga?

On some DMX shit
I grew weak from my exes
I told 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever
And I
Fuck everybody who said this shit here would never happen
Now who's laughin you said we'd never make it by rappin
But you was dead wrong this song was
still all tight, young till we die
And ready to fight for what's right
As I look back now on that summer vacation
I realize, I'll always be guilty by
What kind of person can
Dis a band that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when
My verse comes out of the kid's lips.

That shits as worse
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
on the award show and said that
Hip-hop provides jobs for people who don't even love the shit
I mean, come one man, I mean what else is there to say?
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Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

Now I see that mother
Fucker writing on the wall
When you
Nigga a lot of hoes with dicks out here
Right now you know me
Keep that thing all the way street
Nigga I'll be listening to these niggas talk my game
If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army
Talkin' 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali
Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust,
for Texas, nigga

Bitch, I hear ya talkin'
You about that shit, then take that off
Fake ass niggas gotta lay down
Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can't play
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam

Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit