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shatter the glass
I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
That shit was

chill
before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record never

The Professionals

Tracey Lee

Many Facez

1997

past the guards unprotected, set up 

shop, for the rest of us to wreck shit. 

Meanwhile, I'll lace the basement with 

basement placement

got the like what you gone do
Make sure you check out the upper room
Under the bed and the oven too
Please do not move while we're looting you
But by

The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat

Coupe DeVille
It's on a switch, it's the truth for real
Scraping the back down
These Southwest streets
Got a few teeth in the grill, loose for real
Big

his way to the small little class
Where he is greeted by his teacher the young Mrs. Glass
Hello, welcome, come in, say hi
Class this is Dracula he stood

So Bad

Analog Brothers

Pimp to Eat

2000

BET on the phone, my room is chrome
Pearl bathroom by the glass room
Much cubic space livin' on Payton Place

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¼ Block

Young Jeezy

Seen It All: The Autobiography

2014

With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like

Tremendous

Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx

Southwest Riders

1997

big bad automag, toe tag
For that meet 'em bottomless I betta be glad
I got 'em this, straight, heated glass
Drag a ninja wit my pants saggin, gaggin

money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way
to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke

up, he a fan fucker
Big sack of rocks by my nuts, I'm a gram tucker
I been pourin' drank all day, then shot the K, my hand sore
Niggas ain't my niggas,

Everything

Anthony Hamilton

The Recession

2008

to get the room man this bitch cheap (What?)
But she roll the weed good and she a big freak (yea)
We on 75 her hands down my 87's (7'z)
Dolce Gabbana

don't matter, because they want it big
Runnin' in they ribs and the Hennessey help
Strip club, Backpage, and anything else
It get thirsty after 11:30

THE BIG BOYS
And mortal frames besieged by swarms of bacteria
CREEPY-CRAWLIES IN MY BRAIN! 

(Gimme some remote control!) 

I've got a halitosis

ass kitchen
Wit a sour ass living room
Busted up table
Wit a nice ass cushion
Really ain't stable
Everything keep creaking
Probably busted
By

Boys I got boys
On some new shit
On some new shit
Downtown LA by the bay on vacation
Raise the bar raise the glass
Say fuck you to the haters
I am sorry

Well I woke up this morning
The place was such a wreck
I couldn't reach the bathroom
Thought I'd better clear the deck
I tried to call the lawyer

make green like it's fern, bro
It's what I yearn, hoe, I break your god damn sternum, yo
Check it, I got bitchez, drugs and my god damn music
I wreck

own war
I had no choice, but to go forth
Live by the words on my voice like I'm noble
And this whole world, will go and say
Josepe won't ever go and do

up in the message
Yet it's hard to fall in step when example ship is wreck less...
Imperfections, nah correction maybe my essence
A complex of my inner

nigga getting loud
Got the bark of a beast when I'm getting down

If you niggas wont wreck meet me in the ring
Got hands by myself i dont need a team

on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas, I'm tellin' ya
I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk

WRITE
	AND HUMAN WORDS & CHARACTERS CAN’T DEFINE MY SWAG’S TONE
	I OWN A HOTEL OF SKILLS, GOD GAVE YOU A ROOM FOR LOAN BUT I’M GONE, BITCH


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