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Beat him to the opps, can't tell him by his face
Then we out, I just hit a stain
With the gang, you don't want no problems
They ain't stay up out
the more that I eat, the more that you know, I start losing hope
I hate getting older, didn't know you before
At least pay rent for my mind if you calling it
and again all she wants to do
Is die so that this night would
End and as she bleeds
She prays that it's all just
A dream… believe the
Pain will finally leave
on ceader fall
With a ceasers salad that I don't eat at all
Proper Gentleman support the cause
I'm ten and o cause I beat the court
Mustang tag motor sport
Staring at the moon in the afternoon we all are doomed
Turn or burn I fucking burned all these herbs
Of course I had to beat that dead horse
Your shit
up
Like they hadda swipe
If you diss me, could be loved by thousands,
You still wack to me
Just like a frisbee, talk behind my back,
That shit come
remember you) when you stop and you pop
(every syllable) bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come an just speak at him
the end
And I'm cool with that life ima die with the racks
Out the R, I go back just to check on the bros
Not my bro cuz you hate on the low
Come support
of our effort toward getting straight to the root that people
oftentimes think we're dealing in chaos
Leek, how the fuck you die on me? When you gave them
Office job wasn't meant for me
I'm meant to be on stage and the kids will scream
Rip the beat
Lyrics don't let me get to sleep
I partner and forget
Crank Lucas in the building yeah
You know he gotta get it
Yeah you know that niggah beat is so fucking fiyaa
So I just gotta give a quick shoutout
the shit that we did
she will drop you out the bridge
Tell you disappear
Introduction to the homies
They all in love
You like a sister to us
They protecting
I'm the rhyming cobra, fighting soldier, mic controller/ writing ova hova's quota/ Rappers these day, struggle to be pop/you needa stop/ eat
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
pack
Switch the Double are, the Double are's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris on the E-Way
Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
here on This Week in Bible Prophecy
Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed, and I remember what my pops told me
The new
verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come
But you know a donut could die tonight, huh
Look we don't call bluffs like poker
Move funny, that shit'll get crazy
Pop me a Perc', I was feelin' too
And whenever I'm down, I look around in reverse (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some
the kitchen, that eventually led to me scriptin me up these hot visions
Is he hot, is he not
Will he pop, will he flop
Is he cream of the crop
Really bout what
I’m sitting here burning blunts
Tapping ashes by the bales passing L’s
To those that fail at painting details
I know the pills ate your braincells
You
tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
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