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Cause yawl be like that's facts
But wifey coming strapped she offended by this crap
I'm honest on a track cause I'm rapping 'hind her back
Yawl pull da

head like a fuckin bomb 
Thinkin bout duh money bitch I'm goin dumb 
Pop out on my block and Ill shoot cho lung 

A lot of y'all niggas y'all kap 
Shii

yeah i'm hard to come
by
Yeah I'm just so flea that I mean I dress so fly
Yes I'm really hardbody I was made in NY
Y
Y
It's alot of yall with an identity

to MENTION
Da time you saved Em, Cleaned Em up, ReArranged Em...

But the difference is, Ima different man
Living my Ideas, chronicled by my Master plan...

Sir, you in a dress
Go on and get your ears ready for Hazardous by The River
Coming up next on Everybody Eats FM
Yeo
Mic Check
River
Hazardous
That's how

Boss Hogg Outlawz

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

is cool, but Blue Boyz come through
And make you and all, your boy toys old new
Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer
We bout to bang up the block,

Bangin on the gram but you really ain't like that
Drive by in a striker got to paint that bitch to matte black
FN with the beam you better aim it

And never defeat
I'm straight talking
No more lying
The clearest conscious
Pure soul
I love the mix up of the Jazz Reggae
Hip hop Funk Jungle Gqypsy Jam Blues

over. -Had to  ride her-  She was Dying to be  a rider. 
 N   I.  Gotta  Say  A lot    Yess sir.   Im. Da writer.   
Consumers    ona riot.   Like Never

wit a hollow filled 40 by my dick
Im real as it get like a large intestine im wit the shit
Day and night in da mix got yo uncle callin me for a quick

ah, ah, ah

It's not a proper thing
The way you mix up in a lot of tings
Tired fi hear your tongue flattering
Guns dem chattering
And your bombs still

more ends
Talkin big racks big money conversations

Yeen talkin money den what da hell you sayin?
Rollin top shelf, face it by myself
Stuck my pain in

and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' what he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's

Peel dat backwood open 
Then roll it back up 
Crack da seal on that hi tech 
It's time po up 
Mix that combination together 
Will Have you feeling

Bitch Its A new Agenda
Turn My Shit Louder and Blow All da Smoke out The Window
Applying the Pressure, Let out the Gas, Blow Out the Gas
And give em

Shades off, so you know when to expect me
Look in my eyes, I ain't affected by the UVs
Dropping bombs when I speak
Better check the debris bitch

Yeah yeah yeah
You see me making rupees
Pockets looking like a Skittles bag
Buy a hundred bombs and blow it up
It cause a lotta lag
There's a lot

it, ran it
To a bump I'm sayin' damnit, don't got time to slow 'da pace
When the clock goin tick-tock
You don't wanna criss-cross
All up in the mix
Lost

Ima bust da pussy open like a fucking piñata
Didn't take a bar but I still won't remember
Cause a lot of carnage jus hope I'm forgiving
Fucking up

shoes looking like a skaters
She stayed over there so she was a lot safer
But then she called me out, word of mouth like I was a chaser
Girl, you getting

vulnerabilities
Vulgar violent venomous tendencies I feel vehemently
Bite my tongue til I can't
Then I blow like a bomb on the land from the top
Air dropped like

you had to sell 
Just to stay up on yo feet homie

How much money in the knot 
A lot
What you you whippin in da pot 
A rock 
Nigga tried to hit da stash

pressure
A lot of drugs and dirty money
All ova da dresser
A lot of hoes come wit dis shit
Dis what dat dough a get ya
N dey ain't ridin for real
Fuck if dey

La-da
La-da
La-la-la
The chopper sing like la-di-da-da-da
Ant Chamberlain that's 100 points
I'm a war baby
Had to slide on the sliders that ain't