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New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
I keep on grinding
Until my pockets are fatter than ceelo green
Now I'm back in the hood
Surrounded by fake people I can't trust
Wake up in
like a row with a mounty
Or an alchi' driving his Audi to Saudi
Or Bush and Blair making
Rap albums about peace
You're ready for the rumble
Heading for
waiting for these albums
Made a deal with the devil for this outcome
Listen all I know is
You's a, you's a, you's a, you's a
All I know is
You's a, you's a,
me a new blockbuster deal/
For a n***a to live/
Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
I done did 6 albums n***a/
This s***s real/
And now you
Steppin' of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached
as a wild boar
We'll do an album, pick a tour, while you hangin' at the liquor store
You know how we get down
(Kick it over here)
We show no fear, that's how
And when it turn rival
You go against the Bucks like
Phoenix in the finals
Don't lose your congregation by
Preaching to the Bible i'm in the zone
My friends
Critic talking
We can peep that
Like where the weed at
This one not for Sunday service
But you hear the gospel
5th album on the 7th
Should go play
on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I
He Played Real Good For Free
by Joni Mitchell
sung by David Crosby on the Crosby, Stills and Nash album "Allies"
I slept last night in a good
you, baby"
It's life experience written down on paper and then made into albums
You know what I mean, it's like every rapper is a prophet to me
And not
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It's some konvict jeans
Your
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
back in the day to die and save the flock
Some of our branches have been cut off grab the laser lop
On earth you selling but on earth I bet y'all albums
Aye
Gaz
JediGang what up
Ey, oh, ey
See me in Boston like more than a feelin'
I'm getting lost in the vision
Get off my rod, you're not fishin'
This
album early, call it ultrasound
I might drop another album after i go beyond
Young goat in his prime im M in 99
Living by the palm trees
Always had my
'em hatin' some new sucka niggas
Try it but it's worthless
I'm Barry White deep
You guys are on the surface
Some niggas want the green
But I be where
ain't bout nun
When niggas pop up y'all niggas gone run
I know you guys are confused by all the tough shit that he saying
But in all honesty I have
gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart
It's
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
I been smoking too much these days - you can catch me in the clouds
10 blunts to the face - So I ain't ever
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