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Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
de conneries By the way c'est Laurent Fortier, pour les rappers c'est Lary Pour les jeunes filles c'est daddy pour la femme d'ma vie c'est mari KEEP IT
Fat Joe, get breaded My penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck? When you gon' bust these suckers upside
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my
Keep it a buck I bought me a seat I sleep with my laser pistol on me I'm bribing wishes out of the genie So rich I carry more than Marni on me My
What about one plus one Jamais de fumer sans feu Jt'au volant d'un album number on Jamais de fumer sans beuh J'arrete si j'le veux pis i stop if i
featuring Big Punisher KRS One [KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! Verse one: KRS One I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me Than
and get shot like a puck I hit on the first night I ain't cuffing it yuck These some Rick Owens sneakers I don't do the chucks You loving a slut Took off
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
hit, fuck you thought' Bum bitch smokin' that Newport Hoe keep talkin' 'bout 'fuck me" Man, fuck that bitch Hoe told you she ain't fuck me' Man, I
featuring Big Punisher KRS One [KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! Verse one: KRS One I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me Than
Pass the ball until we pass out Vaye said we'd make a hit, there was no doubt We lose our minds, where's the lost and found? Had you by my side in cap
just take a moment to look at the clouds No not the cloud that I pay ten bucks a month for That take my files and keep them hostage Even though I pay ten
(Ayo Jug) All black like I'm Batman Shot me in the ribs Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man Keep the perky's by me, they my up's when I'm down man I
fill up my cup, ew (yeah) Fill up my cup, ew (yeah) , fill up my cup, ew Jban$, Jban$ Hold up, just lemme hit my cup, ugh Rick Owen pockets, they
than the niggas round Hit the med shop HK said pick a pound We don't fuck around My team highed up Blunts we fire up Shop for the oz Hit the dealership
off Steady working on the album Racking up the missed calls Fucking niggas on the first night What is with yall I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
to many weeks If you ain't got it Better have it by End of week I be feeling like a milly everytime them chickens touchdown I been fucking bitchies way
shit on your new album or what? Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half Man don't you
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X Run up in
play by the rules like Tock, tick, when the clock hit one Y’all niggas is done Buckshot’s it, you need to stop It don’t matter, the Porsche
I'm chillin' at the crib cooling, booling Girl by my side she is such a cutie On top the dresser where I keep the toolie Other one on the floor
boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some) I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Yeah, this is what's happening right here Go to MySpace, slash Little J X Check him out, y'all This the official mixtape before the album It's
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