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Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em

never backing down
This how mackin sound, pimpin at its best
Kissing babies and I'm also signing breast
If I'm not the best, tell me who is
Who did it

Told em I ain’t here to play no Games
Rather catch me broke
Then out here fuckin on a lame
Ion really care what they be Talking bout
Make you bitches

then hide they hands them boys'll never say they did it
I been focused on my mission give a damn bout competition
Niggas say they really with ya

everyday I'm stylin'

Bitch you know I got a bag just look at my drip
Da way I talk nigga should've been a pimp
Tell a bitch quick don't give me no lip
Put

welcome back
Cause I am too rebellious
Ain't shit you can tell us
Handed me a test like I won't nail it
Figured out I was the only nigga in the room with

hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way to being a star
Get on ya job hater
Tell em get on they job
You hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way

know you heard about my pimpin
Run up my bag and I dip I got some money to flip
If that N***a got to touch he a simp
Don't act like you beefin with me

skills
Mo money mo problems, glad to pay my new bills
Complaining won't pay em anyway, so why try
Honestly I'm past words, ain't no need for WiFi
No

Bought that shit off extras
Bomb dropped off we catch it
Send my nigga to fetch it
Niggas still hating, thats petty
Tell them boys we ready

I know some

CANT NOT STAY HERE
BIG PIMPIN ON EM TRYIN TO BE RICH LIKE JIGGA
MIGHT THROW BACK A JIG OR 2
LATELY THEY BEEN ASKING ME G33K WHATS GOTTEN INTO YOU
IM GOIN

going state 2 state , yo Gmac talk to 'em 
Uh huh
Look, Listen up
I'm Finna put you on some cold game
Get you on the right track with the road train

okay
And your shawty pull up and she follow
And she go we gon' fill 'em with Hollows
And your shawty pull up and she swallow
Okay, excuse me got your

Black out black out
It's a knock out knock out
If that phone get the ringing tell em not now
Not cause it's on now
I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin

and tell em what it is
Your true intentions and she really be with it nigga you winning
Man if you doing all that extra shit and she aint giving you shit

cinnamon
Tell 'em all Mikey legitimate
I want the smoke I need more than a bit of it
You took an L while I win again
Cross on my neck I'mma sin again

They

started K.O
Imma beast around this bush I might be O.J Simpson
Tell em we ain't never close we work like Kevin cousin
See now Tommy got a woman so I made

and tell em what it is
Your true intentions and she really be with it nigga you winning
Man if you doing all that extra shit and she aint giving you shit

Episode 7: Bridge Boys

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

the game don't stop
Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
The players might change but

than me, you ain't got one
I don't tell 'em that I'm sick, I let the snot run
I was poppin' on Twitter 'fore a nigga even got one

Man, the whole world

C Merk em on the beat
Same day Different Shit

Peep it gritty through the yitty
Say Hello to The Kitty
Milli Vanilli can't fuck wit me
My bars silly

unpredictable
I don't know how to act
Ok
I just use the pain to make some hits
To make em holla back
I just made it rain up on beat
This shit a thunder clap

cattle
I got me some stock that I bought at the dip
Please don't compare me, I'm nothing like them
Post it, with trill tapes up now by 3Ms
The only way

whippin' Women think that I'm pimpin
Long hair, I don't care, feelin' like Weezy, back on no ceilings

I don't do the fake chillin' Nah, nigga, I'm chillin