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chasing dead presidents
Everybody need the money ain't no way around it man that shit is evident
Name a nigga that is clever than
Flow I'm spitting is

and somersault
Way ahead now spill the tea, film it and cut the scene
Water my money tree, dead presidents falling leaves
Can't give me just what I'm owed, I'm

but dead presidents I'm finally chase
I need an Accountant they left me I was drowning
It ain't seem that they care no more
I feel like I'm

a nigga in middle school
I'm looking where my pen go
Video at the grave sight
We by the dead folks (Brra)
With the chopper
Feel like Hungry Hungry Hippo
Rap

Gotta Make It to Heaven

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Bonus DVD]

2003

goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be

Gotta Make It to Heaven [Clean]

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Clean]

2003

goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be

Here I Am

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Well here I am, a lunatic from head to toe 
I sleep in caverns with the dead, but don't let nobody know 
That I'm not your ordinary, average, every day

apology

Woo
Woo
His bitch told me A B C
It's gang gang in 1 2 3
Can't be scared in my city, DC

Woo
Woo
Big dog with no OG
I was by myself making plays
Now

even try it
Turn my back against the wall I heard my men in the sky
Got my soulja's on my side me they flipping shit fried
Turn my p's to my z's nigga

Go
Yessuh
Yessuh
Aye
Yeah!

Here we are once again- 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly

We shoot shots let the shot fly
Looked adversity and failure right

To quit passing like I’m 2 4
Saved my offering in my bank dropped some Jays at the group home
Im not Like Mike but I’m fruitful
Air walking to the bag with

like I'm U2
Get new views on YouTube
Like big news
My red boo like New New 
Call Yoohoo on pills read Blues Clues
School fools meet the dean 
Rock hard

Why you crying go and wipe ya face
Sippin wine by the fireplace got a different mind nigga

I inspire writers at the same time brighten up ya day

a villain
Slipping like we froze on sipping syrup from a snorkel
Bro tied up like Bow low
Now I'm dead like a Dodo, shit
One two stepping Tropics we repping,

friend gonna dead you for this fatal attraction
Time ticking not a second going by without laughing
Went from 2 girls, to her me and a distraction
That's

Shitting on paces , so the faces that didn’t  catch up, are running on low self esteem made by inferiority 
damn! I’m a god! xenophobia a sin , I sent George

say what you say you can do what you do, I was raised by the streets but I aint no fool
Walk down on a opp catch two, cold case first 48 bitch im so

on with this rifle by your door
Gone act a ass just smash the gas soon as i get back to the road
An on my good day rob his ass gone make me mad he say he

you ain’t yourself
You’ll get left dead all by yourself 
For the things you said in a verse or a hook
You thought it’s cool cuz yo like how it sound

the swishes, im jay will he Kidd triple double assisting, im Walter he Jessie 2 chefs in the kitchen

It’s funny fictitious to say your malicious when all

em up 
Clean em up
Like a pair of new jays
I’m talking MJ

I’m Running round with them same n****s
That done stayed down since day one
We go to the gun

WATCH THIS HIT BY WOODS
Boi
2100
Aye
Yeah Yeah
Boi
Smuve
Run up the backend
Stay with green baby my pack in
Y'all niggas always cap'n
Aint no cap in

guns and they shooting on pronto
I bet them niggas gone Spazzout
I never needed a handout
Did this by myself so I know I'm a standout
It's big Jay

somewhere by the mop, ain't finally slip
(Uh, Uh, Uh)

I'm a act wrong, if a n**** ain't actin' right
I heard day trippin', Bueller introduce them