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He tucked me up-tight-shrewd-don't give a fuck,
The Maggot,
Took all my money,
Now he's in the glc think he's really funny.

Billy Webb
Maggoty boy

side ehhyah
Just incase I gotta slide ehhyah 
I checked the time yeah 
Young nigga its my time yeah 

I'm giving them little boys hope 
I started off

Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she

attached to explosive human booby traps
Where's air support? Ears ringin', mortars whistlin'
Bloodshot vision, afterthought, abort mission
Too little too

Put It in the Air

Mash Out Posse

Mash Out Posse

2004

THE AIR)
Lift yo' drinks up and (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle

Watching quiet
Can't let it go

Struggle too long can't take my shit
Little brown boy always goin' through it
Abandoned, searching for something
Fallen in

If you've got plans tonight, uh oh there goes my appetite
I'm face down in Havertown with wasted words inside my mouth
The boys are gettin' high in

the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long

Freshhhhhhh-ahhh
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh
Spider's kinda like a fresh breath of fresh air
Fresh to def style n' profile
WOOOOOOO, Ric Flair
See I'm

damn room is spinning
Get a new dimension 
Yeah

This cyber boy bounce shit
Simulation boy by that motherfuckin' ounce shit
Zero one one zero zero one

have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)

have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)

Clause
Get to my house, look up, a mistletoe
I'm your drummer boy, but I promise I'm not little (OH)
Parents are gone and no one be sulkin
We home alone

killed the pussy now I’m talking to the judge
I’m a real nigga keep a baddie by my side
I be with gang talk yo shit and we gone slide
Keep the stick like

make a little boy drummer
All them homis in the hood that’s from one summer
Had em freezing up like the block tundra
Put em on the line they gon show

help him with, Jack
My chestnut's rested on Santa's open fire
Sweat comes down it's heating up
Robe comes down, it's rising up
I am Santa's drummer boy

with the fee-fi-fo-fum
All I needs a little drummer boy
Parum-pa-pum-pum
And my lung and I be
Ready to go son
Yo
Peep my flow, no
Don't make shinobi

the drummer boy I rat ta ta tat em
Steam roll flat em
Try to stay optimistic but I’m sad lookin at em
Cover the land in a shroud of smoke
Grow strong like all

key I'm a piano this the Matrix I'm Keanu
Boy I got vision I feel like a eagle, minimes I feel like Doctor evil
Man I heard she thirsty for

mission
Niggas start bumping on the block
Lil boy
Gotta ask me for permission
Pussy nigga you can't understand
I'm the head drummer of the band
I get

Little drummer boy with the funk see
Better watch it the way that you stepping
I might blow a fuse
Imma bless you
Aye now This is killa season
Let out them

Tryna give me a case, Naaaa
Had five of them bitches by the way lil ass nigga
Yes I smoke off that blaze Jutty jut I go high stakes Stakes
Take that stake

drummer boy right up in the front
Giving orders from a beat while they marched the streets
But nobody was left when the music was done

Not even one sole

decided to lend a hand
It'd be a Caveat Christmas once again
Trent grabbed his bass
Said he would set the groove
Cadence said he'd be the drummer boy who