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plan to play by
Stay honest, even when they lie
It's been said before but it bears repeating
All I got is my balls and my word, emceeing
Play hard, any

him and God communicated (super dope)
It's so many memories in hip hop you created
Swizz made sure your legacy got celebrated (salute Swizz)
X was

mouth boom, blow your brains out
Got talkers we doers
Catch you in the back retire you from running like Carl Lewis
And I ain't going back to jail, hell

kicked to the curve
We even got hip-hop rappers
Like the homeboy Merz
Glass through alone, somebody put thugs on
Yea, don't even trip, don't even matter

nuts
In the back of the AMG truck
Hop in the foreign on the top of the month
I been tryin' my best not to get bent
Baby, give me the word and my nigga,

because I got too many hoes
I guess she kinda right because I got a lot of those
I hop on the beat and touch and it go (bih, bih, bih its gold)
I feel like

Peep the way I’m all up in the mix
Came through shitting on these niggas off rip
Motorola jumping off the hip
Off White linens Bobby Brown with

Speakerphone every morning listening to my latest hip hop song
That I formed from improvisation
Hope I don't pass up going out for meditation
Office

lip gloss shinin', reason that I got into rhyming (word)
Plus didn't shoot hoops as a pro
Needing that old thing back, 'cause I'm missin' that energy

seeds of my own knowledge
Restoring the heart feeling my story like Moana's

I'm leavin' earth a Hip hop advocate, who wrestles symbolism next

years 
And I forget to remember that the way is clear

When Freddy Mercury died I was a sixth grade star
Trying to be like Mike up in the mix, played hard

the boot
And I feel no way cuz I get them all by the group
I got Twinnie twins twins
And the frenny friend friends
Trying to hop in the Benz
With they knees

without you in it
I miss my brother pat
I know he would love to see me winning
A lot of bitches switched but I can name a few who didn't
Got on my knees

was a lil money and a lil bit of name brand
Found out I had a way with words now I'm hip hop's hangman
Dad passed in '99 lost all of my sense

Thats That Jam

Oh - My - God, That's  that- Jam, manhandle mix, got tricks on the aisle, style supernatural, ask somebody
party over here, we gone

too
Look, let's get to it, everything gasoline, uh, yeah, uh

All I know is cookin' up, all I know is workin', baby
I ain't got no time to party, one

but press play on TikTok
Hip-hop, it's not to dick off
It's all I wanted since a kid toddler
Was to get taller be a big baller
How could I get my mix

Baby Got Back

Old School Players

Party Rap Hits

2005

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby

in if I'm in a rush/ but so what/ I got a beautiful life and an even more beautiful wife , but they say so what / a 9 month old baby got attached

nigga who is 
Big matzoh balls like I'm Jewish 
Yeah I'm Kosher
Swimmin in a latke cake
I got lots a cake and I'm Jason
Bitch you in deep water I'm talkin

That Staten Island Shit

Cappadonna

Slang Prostitution

strut when I step in the cut
Got my eyes on honeys and I'm feeling they stuff
Me and my man Luck Star yo we back in effect
Got them hard ass beats like

got the bag
Fuck it hit from the back
Hop in the coupe n I dash
Diamond my neck I hit Johnny Dang
Shawty she wet callin me bae
She hit my phone don't

a power forward
Saw success seeping out the soil (Soil)
KC made me Royal (Royal)
Dripped in baby oil (Oil)
Eye got flavored oils (Eye got flavored oils)
DMT

at the top and I bet I won't fold
Ducking them shots boy you better crouch
Errbody kno yea I keep me a pouch
Hop on the beat and I gotta go in back in the car