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night im in the kitchen, ng'yaqoba mase ng'yaphek'
Ngob' ukunqob' into zoyenzek'
I just do what i do when i do it i do it well 
I try tell 'em
This sh* is

the game, they just think that I fell in
I'm like soulja boy, but like um, without the telling
Something wrong with them, I thought that it was me, but it is

year, everybody gone know me
Yea, its coming soon
Cause Son hot like the one that come in June
Mayweather punchlines, ain't come to lose
Pretty boy shine

East West Hustlers

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

niggaz up, puttin 'em on the grill
  Charcoalin motherfuckers
That's right

[Kool Keith]
I call up Motion, crank the pipes in the green Cutlass
Stankhead

to Brizzy
I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest

Said it with my chest, don't worry
You'll see that I'm always comin at 'em like a molecule
Fuck, ya

better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make

woah, woah

Shoutout to these illiterate rappers that's
Gettin' screwed by yo' contract (Brrt)
A simple read of legal fee
And you'd never sign that

calls
A journey's planned
I tell 'em I'll grab the fuel
So we can carpool home for christmas

'tis the season on a mission
To beat the snow
Got

Call me Khaled or Valet man I got the keys 
Angelo Torres, yeah that who I be
None of ya people can kick it with me
Cuz ya boy be chillin in whole

PAPER


Nobody does me better 
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley

Nobody can do me better 
Than All My Paper

Nobody can do me better 
Than All

hearses
This that murder music, in the stu', I'm with a weapon
You can never kill me by yourself
You gon' need at least ten features
And even will all

Hip Hop Warning

Chamillionaire

H-Town to the A-Town

2007

murder a mixtape (chea)
Pollution I smell that in the breeze
But let's try not to get mad at the trees
Tell 'em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get

They said if you got any talents boy you wanna flaunt em
I'm gonna make it to the top while you bound to plummet
Without confidence or will power inside

the instrumental played and the Devil
Spit somethin' that went like this

'Bout to burn 'em, no Hiroshima
Y'all don't want that smoke
Call it emphysema
So you really

been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from

my fault that you choked and you came in last
Got the dope and you moped and you buckled fast
Cut 'em off at every junction
Cause I'm awful and lawful

the Visionaries and I swear she going dummy 
Bossed up fit, that's a quintessential verse
Shh, that's an instrumental verse
I could drop a body way I'm slicing

nigga too comfortable 
When you stand on nation business real niggas look up too you
On my Soulja swagga jakkin you bussing my brudda move 
Jus tell em

the instrumental played and the Devil spit somethin' that went like this
'Bou-'Bou-'Bout to burn 'em, no Hiroshima
Y'all don't want that smoke, call it emphysema
So

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

that's about to blow, my time is ticking yea
Got me speaking fluent, on this instrumental music
Always learning I'm a student, get that bible learn to use

right back
Just tell em leave me the throne, don't want no strike back baby
If I pull up you gone, that's not a threat, it's a promise
I be cool by

still stank
I can put you niggas on I'm doing shit you niggas can't
Steady blowing up my phone tell em meet me at the bank
Only gangsta in them songs
But

like a pendulum
I ain't tripping I know It's the hormones 
She just need a lil act right so the neighbors bout to hear dis whore moan
Never tell dem boys