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was up in jail when J-Money died (I was) 
Hard times, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide (damn)
No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime (on God)
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up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world

cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When

to bite the sin
Up and then down, you look like a clown, your rap's a circus, take away the sound
Smoke blown, not out a blunt or a gun, you use those

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

me and rashida rock the battles 
It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all

pop up
Chyah, Pal I knock up
Move the weight then it gets chopped up
Only 'vestors get my flop up
If she's no arse I will not look
It's about 20

a diploma
It's that fire feel it burnin
Got it fanin like dacota
See my name on the flyer
So the owner make it's quote up
It's just me and my brothers like

take the steps, you can't be cutting no corners
You tried to pay the ref and then it backfired on him
He out here trying to flex and then they up fire

even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you

killing his brothers like Jonas

40 on em know he gone damage ya
You need a verse told em hit up my manager
Her head game was week bitch just like

numbered
We flexin like the X-Men on rap veteran
That be's no question, boy ya need protection son
I'm burnin up check the temperature
Ya fuckin wit The Last

hold a semi
I been left out in a cold and wasn't owed a penny
So for reasons keep my brothers close like Jonas with me
Instead hating with my heart
I

And these shoddys like no other
I splice up on the mic like butter
With my brothers like it's Jonas
In my whip I'm doing donuts
By myself, I'm a real loner
By

backtrack
Every time they rap, I just insert a laugh track
My flow nuts and if he wanna catch that
He gotta go up and down like the nasdaq.
He know that, by

love with that cake sound

Bitch dubbed me back in the day now she tryna say a hey now

I don't rap about no gang shit I rap about a 100 thou

Everything

your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people

'Cause I'm a jungle brother

it was though
All of my brothers get higher and higher
But they ain't on drugs though
All of my brothers will kill for me
But they ain't no thugs

ain't never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it's not for debate
I've been runnin' up that money

1400 / 999 Freestyle

Trippie Redd

A Love Letter to You 3

2018

Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin'
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burnin'
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the shit up like

1400 / 999 Freestyle

Trippie Redd

A Love Letter to You

2017

Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin'
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burnin'
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the shit up like

Hell nah I'm not dolo
I'm with all my brothers
We here, niggas moving like Jonas (Jonas)
They said bro don't you hoop?
I'm like yeah but I rap so this

Elements

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

touchin' somethin' 

Suckin' away from bustin' 

y'all brothers laugh now and cry later 

I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega 

Whoopin'

need to play
Four deep in a black truck with my brothers, this ain't Jonas
JV locked in this time, he slidin' around, he with Dionis
I'm up, ten