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solar plexus
Insured cuz the flos progressive
They love a meskin'
Cuz my hair is long and my boots expensive
Just remember
Ain’t too many playing punks

on the side 

Don't be surprised this a homicide. 


I never was a sucker or a punk ass bitch

Still got a few guns that a pop on your strip

Your wig got hit,

you kept on stalling me
Kept blowing my line, kept wasting my time 
Disturbing all the peace
Keep playing games, throw dirt on my name I'm calling up

god this game has been cut throat
Chill with slut
Don't front
Just say wassup
Big butt
I'm with the trunk
Dress punk
Dressed in my own shit
Prolly

a homicide. 


I never was a sucker or a punk 

Still got a few guns that a pop on your strip

Your wig got hit, dog that means I can't miss

I your chick, dog

night raw like CM Punk
Hmm sike I was just playing
I swear I'm sponsored by trojan that ain't how I'm laying
I'm on my A game like a fight night weigh in

do
Keep that .45 by my side, 23 add .22
Know I keep that gang close, yeah
I'm always with my crew, bout to shoot
Blow that shit, pew-pew-pew, uh
This

with my mouth shut
You punk bitches really love to gossip
I just keep it a hunnid' like I'm charged up can't do all that flodgin'
TKO we just hit up his

Taught at a young age to show no one trust
Abandoned by the people that I thought that I love
Don't let them in and never give up
I'm sparking this

Cause I'm killing ripping stripping
Man I love this fucking funk
Just cause I'm nice to you
Don't mean that ima fucking punk
Ima pipe hitting killer who

Now my stock been going up... from the beats that I'm strewn
These rappers cap and I got a passion for pleasing
So every pap I hit got unrequited love

the best by far little punk
I go mikes hard
Yeah Imma bright star
Imma legend Zygard you a chump
Would you look at that
Another fake spitter yeah ya raps is

Ain't No Limit

Mystikal

Breaking Bank

1998

the sound before 

Listen to yo punk ass diamond sherm like what the fuck I'm around here for 

Rough lines and hard rhymes 

Consider me an asset

Ain't no love for these punks
Hold up
Who's that pulling up slow with the lights off
We hopped out, just in case they tryna write off
Cocked it back, all

Don't act shy girl, I know you gon' swipe up
I told Kash "I know these bitches really like us"
They tryna' fuck, that's why they always be by us
Off a can

If this day, was your last, would it pass by or would you live fast?
What if you played the lotto, won some big cash?
Would you blow it all or would

from the lights, recollecting
And all of the time that I threw in the game
Guess I spoke so highly when I was blinded by you

Now I keep all

change my decision
And spare the life of that poor kid
By the power of love and grace of him

(Trigger)
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

We know it doesn't matter anyway
We're young punks
And we're all the same
Leaving us handicapped
We play the game
We know we want
What we cannot ever

"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by

showing love that reaps no gratitude
Holding some resentment that covers my bitter attitude
Paying for hoes I slayed
Paying for "ride or dies"
Paying for

They forget
Fallen in my memory hole
Make my consent
Lost, swallowed by the cycle
Buried by a thousand clicks
A mountain of rubble
For my narrative

the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo

My niggas rolling

punks
Now they actin' like they sell, but they short on they funds
When I roll up with the pump, it's a automatic tump Now
Your face's on the shirt