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a big ol' dripping hog
Teacher walks by said fuck 'em flip 'em off
Quick first step cook 'em like they chicken stock
Breaking ankles when I hesi-, step

that yolk and get
Your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside a Bird Streeter
Southside a Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate
Cops come we scrape on 'em

to Gary
I tip em like Ben and Jerry
We're in the special team
We kick it like Vinatieri
You listenin to the boy in the
Class that used to read slow
But now

walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give

stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it

There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my

but in New York we don't trust'em
These females be birds, they come around and we pluck'em
I know some Niggas with rockets, they fuck around and they

can see or believe or observe on the curb
That a young boy used to have dirt on his shirt
And I still get chicks like a bird to a bird
While y'all

wit
Her head down packed
Tell by the way that she jerking it
And just incase aint really tryna date the chick
Her drinks slip some pills in it
Aint

drive-bys, we do walk-'em-downs
Security, let me beat his ass before you toss him out, huh

Pull up to the function just to shoot it up
We really run it,

something
I bet now one of you
Bitch boys won't take nothing
I bet now one of you
Bitch boys won't take nothing

All spring, all summer I been working
Tell me

Vacation

Takeoff

The Last Rocket

2018

yeah)
You can tell I'm 'bout my paper by my conversation (yeah, guap)
Gotta be a dime, I can't fuck with basics (dime, gotta)
Like 'em plain Jane like

Rhymes

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop
I

we leaving
And I might take your bitch home with me for the weekend, boy you tweaking
Drip when I walk like I’m covered in chrome hearts, said she like

TAPE

BROCKHAMPTON

iridescence

2018

under my biceps, meet me into the sidestep
Ego is getting sized up, I be on butterfly effect
Fuck it, I'll be myself now, tell 'em I take no shit now

your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s

might tell em lies
See if any that leak
Say it be here in a month and it show up next week 
Gotta watch ya step boy
Listen for that creek
And if they fuck

Like a Pimp

Busta Rhymes

MTA2: Baptized in Dirty Water

2003

girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor

By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor

girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor

By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor

lurking
All them shots I know they heard it
Saw em
Peeking out his curtains
I can tell that lil boy nervous
Cause he keep seeing that suburban
I can't wait

me
It's so abundantly clear
I get a taste of sunshine
No longer hungry, in fear
I stay below the ground
And every now and then, reappear

Walk over

aimin' for the neck up
Fly like birds we fuck the nest up
He swear he a demon with them check stub
Put him in the air with all the rest of em

I'm a slime

Show you boys how to get money
It's different brackets to this
Look at my Balmain zippers
Check out my jackets and shit
Pimpin' immaculate bitch
Back

Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit

This rap shit plays

that, now these Nigga’s is mad
I blew pass em, my third eye intact
I can talk all of ma shit cause my numbers match
Now vibe walk wit ya boy to these