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Yeah you know how we do it, funk flex, big kap, def jam
The tunnel, ruff ryders, let's go baby
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin

They call me superman
Crushing the villains, jump from a building
The room was jam-packed with fans up to the ceiling
The feeling was hot and fans

a fella'
High like them notes belted by the late great Ella
It's Sinn on the mic from the 90's rap era
Twist the top off some liquor concoct the perfect

fuck to Nicki
Doonies beat down till we breakin the bed
Hit it quick by the side while her legs to her head
Eat the pussy like food, want my soul to be

couture
Tight like cellies, we too locked in
You got a man it feel better with me without him
Ha-ha, I'ma hold you down whether it's rain or rock bottom

aim off the noodle, they target me
Glock don't jam, this bitch up comfortably
Cop pulled up right when he tried to run from me
Let my ass go by

and daily
I playfully pay it plainly
With the pain
But I'mma man
That just can't stand
The fool's shit music that lands
On the ears of those who jam
I got

I popped his nose
How you claim you real, you out here beefin' by some boppin' hoes
When it's time to drill, get in that field, ready, lock and load

these blicks that they ain't gon' use
Crack the hoe, I hit her, Bestie, bitch, I get him by the twos
I can chase a bag and a bitch, man, I don't gotta

same game plan

Everybody in the world wanna make it man

Everybody in the world wanna make a jam, and everybody in the world wanna make a grand

Real

If a killer snap by habit I gotta
Top the first Four
Never fit again best Monsters win at War
Left home a man don't talk about it any more

Win

body mind be watching me become the one
Its evident
Take brains from the rich the president fuck theres no better than

G O to the mothfricken D god did

hoe, she keep on texting me
Man so much racks like we won lottery
I'm in space jam
(flehhh)
Get yo face blammed
They like "bxndo go ham"
Might fuck yo

how I iz
Extended glock near the gramz
I thank God my stick don't jam
Cleanup fuck niggaz get blammed

They ain't a parta tha plans 
I.am aparta

I’m in Outer-space on Mars
So you want to come up with the best plan
Y’all better listen up to the Sheft man
Look Ma I’m cloning now Now you can say

food
When I build up this brand, boom
I'll get my sister, my mother up out of this jam soon
I'll blossom and bloom, like flowers in the spring don't

throwin' them rocks and you hidin' your hands
When you caught in a jam, know you'll tell on your mans
Ever since I was young, yeah, I knew I'm the man
So I

Now look who isn't so quiet now
And man my brain is
Like a 29 inch clip
And I can spit entire rounds
My kid I said Isaac
Can spit entire rounds
All up

Hip Hop

Jigmastas

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

teach 
Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope
They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand
Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing why'clan

showin' anybody no empathy
You better believe
'Cause if you don't I gotta show you my resume
You fuckin' with me?
You never understand the shit that I'm

duck from me

Allow me to flex
Gold on my wrist
Nigga I'm blessed
Blessed with the flex
I drink Henny by myself
Doing better can you tell
Gucci Louis

these beautiful women follow
Wherever I go
Million dollar deals on the table
Just a couple years ago
I couldn’t pay for cable
Growing up surrounded by

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

(deep it)
Not a driller but I've left man open, leakin'
Terrorist the way I've had mans parents, screamin'
Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs,