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just in case
Rainy days don't phase me, my drip crazy
Bitch pay me, you niggas rap n' get lazy
Used to be nice, but you ain't snappin' shit lately
Niggas

match my drive with all your car keys
I'm raw please, they switching now
Remember when you laughed at us?
"What a bunch of bad rappers"
"Four For a nice

Jupiter boy Go dey keep you rocking
We on n check and we never dulling
And am never dulling
Call me mr nothing nothing
My sound surely go dey make you happy

Slash and dash it's back to the gaff
Just crack that pack n smoke and laugh
Run upon me well you must be mad
He's out of steam with a shhh in his back
Too

Go rambo like it's shoot'n time
Army shit; it's recruiting time
The choppa got bout twenty clip'z &
It's killing shit; suicide
I'll kill one of these

that tweet, Boy I know you seen that check (but ay)

This the classroom, I'm the teacher Bring that check to me
Professors say I'm still bad as hell He

Kinky

Willie D

Controversy

1989

bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[

bodies back when the shit pop off
With a bottle of pop off with the top off
Swish it back and fourth 'n feel the burn
Sold the wip got no wheels to burn
I

We Come Strapped

MC Eiht

We Come Strapped

1994

rollin the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r.
Don't try to hang with the fire power it's a slaughter
We bust caps on your awake at the funeral

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

The Awesome 2 Present: The History of Rap, Vol. 1

1990

Rockin' it... rockin' it

Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off

Balmain was python (python)
A Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord
Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)
I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board

I, I got two Glocks and they both nines
Do they love me or love me not? I'm gettin' mixed signs

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I

Intro:
same niggas always hatin on me same niggas im sick
and tired of this shit im tired of bein embarresd by
des niggas they betta not cross me no

fuck with ya ho
By the time you start to shine boy I'll be ready to glow
So lets go I don't need to sensor my shit anymore
I got the shit under

aint done my daddy got shot buh he lived by the gun  put my heart n this shi i am the one

 They band me buh im comin back louder than drums
 Eatin these

Fuck a snitch hoe like Big Smoke fat boy four twenty pounds of rat talk no joke
Put a bitch on soap for a soul calm, .44 to his head and brains

get deep babyboy 
Askin who I am then young niggas get you done 
Poked up forever baby til I’m 51 
By then a nigga should prolly have 50 guns 
Late

with my kids playing in her teeth
How you buying sprite bf u even go and buy the lean
You the type of nigga to buy a gun but do go by the beam
You

to ride
Your brother died with a F.N he ain't get time to bust his pipe
I'm tryna paint the city red bih I get blood inside my eyes
They be askin who want

like the hatter
Repearz the gang, S2N bringing chatter, I'm packing that metal you can hear by the clatter
Dont speak on my name
If I find out you

workin the dog food out me
Don’t just open up ya mouth get @ me
These n*gg*s don’t even got a avis
Multi grammy nominated if ya asking
Galick my gun im

Man that boy can't fight he don't want no smoke
C'mon bruh
No smoke
Damn
K-M-Y
S-N-I
C-K
F-O
L-E-Y
Call me the Count of Monte Cristo. Fade me? That's

on the money and the money on my mind
You can feel by the flow that your boy be a pro
He stepping on niggas not a killer not for show
I ain't messing with you

Kaz you can get it then 
Hot and illest nigga you know those are synonyms 
Bad boy Ballin Callin the shots 
N bout my Benjamin's 
Still on my chill shit