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Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
again
I must be the one that they envy can tell by their energy
It's getting old to me I got some niggas that ain't even close to me
Make you a ghost for
purse with the gwap
Little bread made her twerk on the spot
Old man ain't paid he a nerd and a bot
Cruising
Eating shrooms on a yacht
She was vibing to my
the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
'Cause you don't want to see the automatic open out, no
Ain't no snitches ridin' with us
Old motormouth niggas could holla the front
Can't no loose
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
"The ?"
(feat. Redman)
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's
'em up
Chick showin' butt, half of why'all ain't even ***OLD
ENOUGH***
Cause I'm, I'm comin' dirty like duzum
Come on, like Buzz light year lets
clean
Yes I may be a dirty old man by the time I can beat down this dirty old scene
But if I ever get my break
I'm gonna make my break clean
I've
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
a fourth victim
Ill leave ya brains by ya man take ya thoughts with him
The four hit him have him shaking like its autism
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
And he's old and he's stupid and
He's hungry and he's sore
And he's lame and he's blind
And he's dirty and he's poor
Give him more, give him more, give
And he's old and he's stupid and
He's hungry and he's sore
And he's lame and he's blind
And he's dirty and he's poor
Give him more, give him more, give
off the dock
Flip off the cops with a pair of old socks I'll be
Like a postman, in the snow, man
I'm cold, man
Footsteps they be crunching in the snow
as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me
Jodesy
She new to you but she old to me
Come and hop in my coupe come and roll with me
Ride by myself but ya hoe wit me
Jodesy
She new to you but she
I been doin greater
I been tryna chill but they want the old me
I been smoking marijuana n nicotine I can't breathe
I been blinded by the fake right
and, uh
To say this was my dream would be a lie
But nowadays
It seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by
Nothings forever, right? I don't know, man
I
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son,
and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, "you gon' sell out" ya
can I scoop for you
Oh baby let me scoop for you
Pretty mama can I scoop for you
Come honey let your daddy scoop for you
Oh man old man I want your
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