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on when I'm sniping
Trap god, I'm like Bison
Pieces hittin like Tyson
That's the chick that you wifing?
Man i gave her the piping
She done took all

on when I'm sniping
Trap god, I'm like Bison
Pieces hittin like Tyson
That's the chick that you wifing?
Man i gave her the piping
She done took all

Pencil

GZA

Soundtracks from the Shaolin Temple

2008

it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top

My Girl

T.I.

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is

My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'

Stand Up

Meek Mill

Dreams Worth More Than Money [Bonus Tracks]

2015

Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When

Cartoons and Cereal

Kendrick Lamar

The New West 2

2013

absolutely!
Everyday feel like the one before
Hunt the money, don't hunt the ho
If you do what you always done
Then you get what you always got
You dumb

been staying out the news lately
I don't even got time for it
Try to put me in some Tom Ford
But bitch I'm still rocking Rue, boy

Yeah I'm still

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness, deep as hell!

Why,

used to
Naaaaaaaw
Naw they don't make em like they used to
Naaaaaaaaw...

Had an 87 ford I was locking in the hubs
Tried to bury it in mud hell I

another
Because Uncle Sam denied their community fund. 
Mother Ford wrote a book. 
By pleading to the world,
 “Please Don't bury my story.” 
We live in

the salsa in middle
We destroy all lines watch you
Burn by the rhythm
Breaking every rules like an indian
We don't talk
But we know how to redirect
I just

give a fuck where you at, man, we get the job done
No, I won't stop it, I just begun
Booty so big, you look like the motherfuckin' sun
Fuck a milli, I

Triplets

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Quadriplegic any squad that want to squab when I'm heated 
Not even God can believe it the way we regulate 
And levitate heavyweight niggaz like they was

bread we was getting
And everything we did was forbidden
Forget what they do to the law
Well some guys nasty to tame (like who?)
But we must stay

on the run
I'm gon' need a posse
I be on the hunt
Going on that fue
Blow by like olé yeah
Slide in. Ima skate yeah
Turn out we been great yeah
Going through

used to hate pounds
Had to get up on my own 2
Really couldn't stay down
Bro just got that new whip
Now his speeding like a Grey hound
I’ll be in the Ford

ain't gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin' red diamonds, you rockin' the rhinestones
Act' in my

your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures

like woah
And everytime I rip they be like thats dope
Ya thats dope nitro like colt my flow lets go

Haha haha
What you be done
Yuh
Is that it
Hold

to fine
Let herself go, now she just alright
You around good girls tryna be Ms wright
Fantasize talking about don't abide
Disoriented, Colt army
Hit up my

The take one back
Every time I take two steps

When the world goes to sleep
We remain wide eyed
Moving thru the mist as
We travel by the twilight
Competition

I switch lanes treat the Ford like a Range Rover
Always stood out, now they told me join a label
When I'm with the guys tell me where I can't go

if I'm still running through his mind
Like he is through mine
Does he like his whiskey neat or mixed with somethin' sweet
Like his trucks built ford

cloth like some  
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig  
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world, 
is gone off in the national