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I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't

better hide better lock the door
Like a drive by its a hit and roll
Talking shit im finna blow ya dome
You dont fuck with me I'll show you how I roll

Hit

by the college girls
Go 'head and holler at a baller if you bout it, girl
C'mere, love, let me learn you 'sum
Been cleaner than a cleaver ever since I

her friend that's a very cheap fix
And with this rap shit bitch I'm John Cena you can't see this
I'm in the booth talking crazy by myself fuck a remix

talking Gambino (Woah
This ain't that
We know
Spit a sixteen by the kilo
Rappin below zero
I am not yo hero
Stop with all the subs
Before I emerge
And kill

This only happens on Ohio
Like rubber duck regatta 
Brother be on my side
I call him John Matarese
We in the field on them thangs
And I ain't talking

love em I don't trust em
I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin
These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)

morning she woke up vexed 

Big John loves chilling with the mandem 
Hanging on the block smoking with the gangdem 
Thing about life we don't what

respect ?
Why the fuck you show more love to a nigga you never met
How the fuck you switching up over bitches a couple checks
When neither one of em gon be

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

chased by Yolandas and Nairobis
I'm talking early 80s
White pearly Mercedes
Don't mess with that guy I heard he was crazy
He told her you'll be safe

Revelation 12:11
And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; And they loved not their lives unto the death

talking about this and that but they still ain't getting no coochie
Blinded by the lights
Yeah
Trying to take this rap shit to new highs
Damn I feel like

to get my lick back
I'm outside, despite every move I know your finsta
We be talking despite everything, it's still love on this side
And when it's bad

Hoover, Hoover Gang
Shooter, Shooter, that Shooter Gang
Hoover, Hoover Gang
Shooter, Shooter, that Shooter Gang
(Great John on the beat, by

to ever want for nothing
Oh, yeah
Now I'm perfectly in the position
I'm him
Don't forget who you're talking to
I'm him
Okay, alright
Oh, yeah
Don't forget

a gangsta till in court you're like god why now
Niggas talking tuff shit but they not really on it
Y'all my opps I done wiped y'all
Y'all not my opponents

tell by your reaction
Leaving with the baddest bitch at the show
But her heart always turns out to be cold
Turns to be cold she in love with the snow

demons tryna get me out my zone 
So call on any angels to bring halos when I feel I alone 

Bombing hits Shout out Pujols till they walk me by 
Hit curves

Everything

Rampage

The Imperial Album [Clean]

1998

of the hungriest
Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is

[Rampage]
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget

the last scene
Fade to black with you lying next to me
Let's fall in love like a black and white movie
A girl needs to know where her man stands
I'm talking

Got Dough

Five Deez

Koolmotor

2001

I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I

I been acting like a Schizo
I love you baby girl
No i want to cut this bitch throat
Sike I’m just playing
No I’m really fucking cereal
Invite OJ

bout John
I'm talking like Bruce fucking women in twos
Keep it double strapped up cause i don't want no woo
Born like a phoenix but I'm not on the Suns