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that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?

shall strike
I bet Kegel’s like, “Oh man, that was Greg?”
“He cracked Dan like an egg, the blood was spilling like a keg”
Damn right, what a fright
It all

on that scat pack
Hitting the gas I be zooming by the kickback
Jealous ass bitch be lookin like a mole rat
Poppin a pill where my dog at
You is a bitch you

and a smile
(True)
If you only knew
That your ho was gettin' dug up by the whole 7th floor crew
Tell me what would you do?
Would you cry like you a bitch

the link in the bio

My yop stick beside me like that bitch off Steve Wilkos (ahuh)
Marchin' on a nigga like he born in February (yeah)
My settemup's be

back to back Scats, crunchin' up Fenkell

Ever since Von dropped Scat the hoes been going
Two six boys, nigga no motion
Clip long as hell, you see that

watchin' a car auction
I stay true to myself, then switch up, watch my career blossom
My game cold, stone cold, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
State champs like

a horrid explanation
Caused by those who cynically spread
Disinformation that will leave you dead

Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now

the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks fuck on that ho from the front to the back

my whole fam with me
Aunties sister brothers cousins
Couple uncles like steve martin 
Get in cheaper by dozen
  
High IQs 
Still be in the Funktion

the scat, you can hear that bitch comin'
30 walk through with five bands on him just for nothin'
Lately, we been droppin' shit back-to-back, we like stuntin'

Where your motives lay:
You stand ta ruin in many ways
By these misplaced emotions ya let Get ya led astray...


Ya gregorius!

I see Greg ,  be dead , me

Keep that fire right there 
We so fly like air 
Shitting on these haters I swear 
You lame ass niggas can not compare 
I keep one in the head

Money boy shit
Like
Thunder Pack
I get to choppin' heads

I get to choppin' heads like a lumberjack
The weed that I'm blowin' on strong, this that

How you say you going to kiss me in the morning (No way)
But by then I be gone like a ghost (Lets go)
Umm
Spent up all my bread but that's ok (That

2Sap Got that cheese touch

Im in this bitch touching cheese Greg Heffley
Super strong in my bag getting kind of hefty
Cross em to the right, gotta

scat
She said why you always gotta make me mad
Make me mad

I just gotta make that cash
I just gotta ball like my name Steve Nash
You know I can never be

him in that new pack, I'm slidin

Ridin, shiesty shit up in my new scat, you hidin
While we firin', Why you ain't shoot back? Like

Where your guns at?

How to Flow

Nice & Smooth

Ain't a Damn Thing Changed

1991

there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend

I'm already rich, ritch like a bitch
I'm filling that criteria, and others to
I'm rapping and singing like the others do
I love how you're using Beiber

Steve a di target, me and him used to go school
A nuh badman a troublemaker, him have a bigger bredda
Rasta like Freddy McGregor, gangster but a party

Everybody Jam!

Scatman John

Weekend Party

1997

Hey Louis...
Yeah?
Is that you?
Yes yes
Oh, I'm Scatman John. Would you like to sing a song, man?
Well,sure could
Look out! 1, 2, 3, 4...

stride
Not takin' no L's or tie's
I want the smoke ain't talkin' no Hyde
What you think about that that that
Foot on the gas no break pull up in that scat

before she before I lose my mind (Its alright by me)
I wanna be just like
Steve McQueen Steve McQueen
VS 2
She's my television addict Barbarella