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(J.R. Smith)
The way she be drunk off the henny, huh, huh? (Uh, huh, huh?)

Philly, hold on, pause, I'ma just ball like I'm Paul (Paul)
She suckin' dick

feelin now?
Stuck up in my mind, one too many days, probably cuz them bars were raised way too high, oh
Drowning in my flaws, diction got me by the balls,

And for the record I did not start this shit
I'm just here to finish this shit
Yeah

I got a problem with a lot of people lying
Smith & Wesson on me,

[Ratcliffe]
The gold of Cortes
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far

Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys, boys
Bring the noise, bring the noise
Will Smith, Martin Lawrence
Bad boys,

feel like Will Smith pursuing happiness
See yeah that power, that's something I have to get
I'm smoking flour and I just be rapping so passionate

I need a two-seated Benz
Moving fast ya I book it
This just the hooptie my friend
You can tell by the smell
I need the clock just to stop
This got me

warming my face
Sun rays cause me to wake up
No memories
Stolen from me
Lights in my room
Reality tells me it was
It was all a dream, it was just in my head

Black as night
Mortified by mortal cries
The dark in his eyes
portraying a higher life
Reflection of what’s inside
Connection to the divine

Told killz got smith a weapon ay
He got strap up vvs in heaven yea
You know it ain't all about the show tho ay
You know it ain't all about who got

You gon sucker punch like a lil bitch, Will Smith
Front'n like you hard when you really ain't bout shit
Pull up in yo yard, fuck yo grass, meet my

I was blind
Now I count my blessings
Count my blessings
Wonder who will provide
Love is always with you God is by your side
Fear then we hide
What we

chauffer
Who woulda knew
Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons
Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons
You would probably think

beauty I leave alone here
To die by the dark of night
So, I’ll strike myself a warming fire
Lay my old saddle down
Sip on a hot cup a coffee
Hear

up i'mma pop, cyst!
You talkin' on me but just stop, bitch!
I got the key, no lock smith
I'm beating you dead with a sock, it's stiff
I ain't talkin'

to salute all my ops that had just went missing
I been sliding till I'm dizzy serving p's no cap no kizzy
Cover up my scars in diamonds but I'll still go

are stiff
He's Persecution, Persecution
Persecution Smith

You can't walk down the street no
More without him walking by
You can't go to sleep at
Night

the stars lighting up the milky way
Oh we don't need no rocket just to reach outer space
Wont you call my name
Oh you're the sunshine warming my life
Burning

Mystic Stylez

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez

1995

and
They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze the bunt up in the air just

I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I

We cried when they killed lenox pop the glock
A yo did y'all hear what the fuck I just said
BK the home of biggie and jay
Where niggas got will smith

fu%*ing Benjamins 
I’m a starter don’t both if you warming benches
I think I should take it back on my 2010 shit
And tell you how the world will be fu%*ing

We come to make it hot for ya, roof!

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin'

with the verts huh
All of my niggas we thuggin'
You better not pull up yo' ass gon' get hurt huh
Put two shots in that nigga like will smith
Got my mind