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really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in
Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im

'm goin' up)
I mixed the Percocets with a lil' Henn' and now I'm throwin' up (ugh)
Slidin' by my lonely with this jersey in my clip (I got this thirty in

come natural
Signing bonus for the HQ
They was the sloppy on the soundproofing
How I'm gon' conduct business when I got hostages who spread mad rumors

Tear It Up

B.G.

How You Luv That?

1998

really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh 
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What

Step by Step

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

em in, eight million stories 

in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner 

Blood stain on my track record, top gunner 

Chorus: Method Man 

You

stay focus
Pour my heart on these beats even if no one notice
Seeing everything in life like a bonus
Time fly by so I can’t live it bogus
Trying to enjoy

it called
The bag Is up

It Go
1-800 Fuck a nigga
Who's going to hate on me
Mr. Malcolm X
We ain't going to play it
If you play with me
Lil bro Hit me

they was wack
You ain't trained just yet
But I was down to get the paper
Like um hittin' a lick

By any means I'mma make it
Fuck the world was my shit
It

jag kan pull up där själv
God damn yeah I'm feeling myself
Je m'appelle Mr. Did it by himself
Vill inte ens höra något gnäll
Vart är mazzen, vart är

gang)
I know it's my turn and my diamonds retarded
Wearing all black but I know I'm no dauntless (ok)
I hop on this track and it's time to get started

what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come

a bonus
I-I-I ain't by my 'lone like co', this ain't a odour
Why you gotta slide away like lotion?
Everyday, wake up, these affirmations spoken
They can't

(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')

This whole track I’m just gonna talk
Everybody vent to me but never let me pop off
I’m bout to put them on, set the firecrackers off
Only time I see

and come home with the sword
It's globally known, I float on the track like the coast guard
Every pigeon I spit is like a train or a postcard
It's magic

silence like a Lil Wayne G
You can't silence me
And on me where your iris be
And following me sirens be
Silence please
I got a couple things to say that

of groupies
Now she sending me pictures with all the nude scenes
And rappers try to diss me on track
I'd be like I be like
Where they do that at
If you ain't

your back on me, I make you regret it
That hate is so real, but the love is synthetic I stay by myself, but these niggas pathetic
Stealin' from niggas,

down 
I slide out the pipe, its goin down 
Slide out da pipe, now you Underground 
One in da head, bonus round 
Callin up mario he got da bricks 
Move

'm frozen
Weekend in Miami sitting by the Ocean
What's the next move I'm always in the motion

Russian cream backwood take it to the dome
Thick as fuck lil

I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you

Live truly laid back get fed by Mrs Woody
Buckets of grape yellin out fuck it I be the great
Smoke the wolf on the wall street maintain the bosses

These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone

Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging

'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he