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And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann
years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause like Ann
different to me
Well how do they open
Like ninety degrees
And how many windows
Too many to see
Mrs. jones
Hmm, I got a question
(How do you feel)
How do you
Hotels and casinos
I'm Don Clericuzio
Better act right
When I see you
Like Foolio
Tonight didn't go
My way but it
Went well
I say that because
I can
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
Willie & Laura Mae Jones
Were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us
In a shack just like our shack
The people
power
Doing something illegal like I’m Matt Lauer
You beatin' on yo bitch cause you a fuckin' coward
Catchin' shit in the kitchen like I’m OJ Howard
They
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
did
And he'll get by later 'til
He through with his bid"
I know it sounds cold like
The wind below freezing
You might not understand but I
Got my own
Wow, wow, hey yeah, alright, man
That was great bYE! Get the
Fuck out of here that was
Nice cut his mic off, thank you i am
Back, I am your host,
know me that well
Were on a strictly customer to employee basis at this point
If I continue to get work from you
Maybe I'll invite you into my
[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. [scoff]
She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands
every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like: "Oh, well! " (well!)
When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
Stack cash and laugh
Yeah, ayo, yo[00:19.92]I would like to thank the listener (That's you!)[00:22.33]"For what?" For listenin' to this little album[00:24.90]A work
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
zombies, pack-a-punch
We smoke a blunt like a show these days
Pack that shit from the back to front
Why these lil' boys acting up?
Does your mum know you
have it
I can't imagine not I'm an addict
It's like adrenaline and when I get To going I'm no one you want to Know and I'm okay with it
For me it's
The day the devil comes to getcha
You know him by the way he smiles
The day the devil comes to getcha
He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles
I'll get the first place
It's a race and I wanna win let me leave my trace
You and I forever related like a lace
Why you keep selling a dream by giving
I drink Buck but you already know that
Since I was like 15 so every bottle's like a throwback
I get loose when I take off the lid
They call tis
it out day by day, you know
I guess you could call me a musician, but is it really a musician if you ain't making the money yet
Okay
Well, that was
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