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right, as a matter of fact
66% of the time, I'm like a time bomb
As you sit around smoke weed and I get my rhyme on
Why oh, why oh, must I do the things I
track
How many of y'all see some of that
None
Well in this rap game it don't matter
We run that!
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal
Like
collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts
Kamikaze how niggas land on my shit
You copy my style, you look like a bandit
Ain't no way you gon' take me down
So take your time, or you gon' bite the dust
thought shopping spree winner
Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
ready to climb on a ladder you tryna get clean out the gutter
I'm ready to stack and I don't care who it's with it don't matter the color
Don't gotta be
[Intro] [Johnny P]
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Said I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake.
Said I pray the lord my soul
a fucking G
Outkasted by a couple people, hate that I'm so fresh so clean
Nobody does it better than me, Nate Dogg that's R I P
I, enter the grey matter
slide baby
You really my whole vibe baby
Baby you a whole vibe
No matter what we doing
You know I'm by your side
I respect you baby
Love your hussle
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
gon' ball in a minute
'Cause anything we want, we gon' have on our plates
Matter of time before we killed it, Beans, it was our fate
And cats is
Bitch with an ass walkin by so I rate it
Thick never lacks in the thighs and the fake tits
Rip in the chat cuz I die from amazement
Whips that I pass
Summer nights with my shooter blunt fire to my lips
Thinkin' back to the time momma asked me was I Crip
I looked her in the eyes, the images had
keeping you up
Where were niggas
When times were hard
Seeing no p's
Making no money, making no cheese
Fail to move weed, feds said freeze
Get on your knees
you can call me hood
Matter fact, fuck that kid, you know my name
Peace I'm audi, me and my motherfuckin crw
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be
Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke
And thinking of them loose things I would do
I be the MC Mack for life matter fact
I'm standing on my own to stack
Them
(Hey)
I thought every life matter
Why my blood gotta splatter
Where's the loyalty (Hey)
Through it all I can say
I am black, I am brave
I am royalty (Hey)
a regular n**** right there, I know I know
Her friend ain't want to give me the p****
You want to know what that b**** said to me
What happened?
seeing days in the made
wishing she would just hurry up and enter the stage
so this hundred I been saving for my P.I.P.
I spent slowly and Sauncerea would
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
to Coachella and buy up a whole P
Take it out to Arizona and smoke up the whole team
Bitch I'm rollin'
Ridin' round the westside dolo I'm in go mode ain't no
sinning
I just hope I'm forgiven
Make it count when it matters
I been driving for hours
A'int no time for no showers
It's gone rain
It's gone shower
Yeah
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