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got shit to sell
Gotta album on the way, October 19th the day it hits stores
Guess where you could find me
Prolly chillin' at the club watchin' BET
Wit

8 Arms call me Squidward
Mad but never hit her
Gassed up Adolf Hitler
In a trench like where I hid therr
Rolling up a 4 adding 20 turn to gold
I can

whether to love the snub by my waist situations that I face got me running through the race
Had to call Patrick bouley just to beat the case a product of my

yourself or 
Dream about whatever I say just by the way I
Say it, It's mad 
Words, vibrations, they can create
And they can also destroy

Ayy, well lemme

Lil Kim
Got dissed by Eminem
Said I dress real feminine
First week out, did real low numbers
40, 000 unit's, next week it went under
By the third week,

your fuckin bros
Bitch your gang ain’t shit
Rather call it a clique
You a dick ridin fucka
You ain’t droppin no hits
I be poppin that Glock off
Think you

on the track
That's why I never got hit by a train
And I never had me a plate
That's why I call this Hunger and Pain ay
Step in the field and I'm killing

on a city you ain't been in yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame, I stand by that
They call me Diizii, but not 'cause they think I spun on some'

than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I

finger looking like po
Were nearing the end of the album
This is it
We boutta hit yall with 3 more hot verses
And then love yis and leave yis
Its been real

off from my parents not many people hit my line
Only person that I had just stuck his dick inside my wife

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread

like a sad bitch
Eat it all up like my rice and cabbage
Sounding like this man i guess it's just a habit
Eminem flow call me rabbit
Trying to bring me

Drop the album, look what I done
Plenty more on the horizon
Same me when the night's done
Same circle never widens
This girl's hand lookin' empty I

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House [Clean]

1990

even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used

label
(in collaboration with DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris
And the producer Hit Boy) predictably
The pharmaceutical combine Novartis
Objected to
The title

can, you know?
Reconnect with people, you know?
Don’t wait until somebody dies so you can go and say “Oh, I miss them”
No, hit ‘em up right now, call ‘em

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you

a splash
Pretty white woman with me I'm the seal type lil bro
Old John Cena you can't see me
Used to hide The Eminem Show I had on CD
I was at The Hanna had

why they let me at it
Call me Logic the way I'm goin
Like a semi-automatic yeah I'm flowin
Hit the snooze button yeah boy you boring
Hit that Snorlax

every time I'm by you!

This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)

a casket 
Last call for the assholes never lasting 
Longer than a MF lager drunk by a farmer 
Hit the track turnt for a Gardner 
5% tint on the limousine

begging me to hit
Stage 5 harassment
I ain't heard a good album in 10 years
So I had to make a classic
Me and Ray are modern-day Kid and Play
We bout

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from