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by our leaders to annex the soil

Fire at will

Let me reiterate we have bought into the scam
Halliburton's running Uncle Sam
Abusing our
YO, is in this to win this 
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS 
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully 
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo, I'm on the block faithfully, 
Got it so good if I'm late they'll wait for me
Mama please pray for me
The devil does things in the worst ways
In
wanna be me (boss)
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
Pool of bitches
pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me
the morning at your telly
Whole keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven, 
After me there will be nothing
I am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that's how
disrespectin'
Fuck a Smith & Wesson I'ma order you that chopper special
They say you shuckin' and jivin' from me you duckin' and hidin'
Let's see you duck
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
by leaders
They watching, birds clocking
Its my time in this game
I entered the stage like black Moon Sae
So get your Smith and Wesson
And buck
I hurl again
Then I'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin'
YO, is in this to win this 
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS 
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully 
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven,
After me there will be nothing
I am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very
homes
Invest in pack that strong
Fuck a CP I trust no man
Uncle Sam I be taxing niggas then withdraw it like a ATM
Hood rich off of trap music but I'm
City run the game by a long margin

Nah they ain't ready for man, trust me ain't ready for man
Nah they ain't ready for man, trust they ain't ready
Sam, I'm blowing on fools like WHAT! 

That nigga opened his mouth, so I fucked him up 

Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger 

I
featuring Insane Clown Posse 
* the typist assumes best guess only on any Spanish pronounciations 
"Yeah! 
Let me know.(Whats that.)
on the scene like Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico
But now you can't fool us
Now you can't lie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us
thinking bout runnin'
Maybe not this time, but trust dude, ugh

[Chorus]
[Man (singing)]
Comin', comin', you can't stop me,
Comin' comin', can't hold
sick bay
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian'
Captains log supplemental

The Klingons are
call my sons, just call me Sam
Recognize who I am boy, we ain't fam
This ain't the Sopranos, know I roll with the Rhythm Cubanos
And millions get
featuring Insane Clown Posse 
* the typist assumes best guess only on any Spanish pronounciations 
"Yeah! 
Let me know.(Whats that.)
the Reaper done came 
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name 
Cause trust me, why'all can still feel the heat in the rain 
I keep creepin, streets keep
done came 
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name 
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain 
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin' I