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Toolz of the Trade

Smif-N-Wessun

Reloaded

black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,

you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who

right
Look straight to a bang in the mouth
Man talk greaze man see man in the flesh
Man sayin' please just dead it
Man talk grease in the whip come out

Seek introductions, favors, influences?
No, thank you
No, I thank you and, again, I thank you

Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo

the microphone, word up"

Yeah, yo, see money is power
Power put the fear in a nigga heart
A high school dropout but
I'm mainly trigger smart
Einstein of the corner

for the weak (oh, I need it)
Slidin' out with bro when it's beef

Ayy, I'ma leave my all on the beat
My soul, my heart, my niggas, my freedom
Soda,

Walk in the store coppin' everything
Got a heavy charm and got a heavy chain
You can't play with a bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50K off

Crazy

Midnight

RZA Presents Northstar

2003

shit, nigga, trip
Lose ya grip, pull a semi-automatic out the whip
Get psychotic, neurotic, they want it, they got it
Bang it to the boogie, hypnotic

Laying at your feet while you play piano
elegant and sweet your profile left a shadow
on that weird painting of the kid with bangs that you found in

the same road

Yeah, see I never hesitated, to bang them triggers
There's not one war that I left mine with it
My heart's too big and my pride's so

'Long as the fuckin' bills paid
Tried not to, but I still changed
Most the girls I met are solid with some good hearts
But the ones who done me wrong,

Lost

Cali Life Style

Mexican Invasion

1996

(T-Dre)

I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay ain't no place that I'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D

an opp up in his hood
And he ain't bang his turf
Nigga had it stamped up on his own
We put him on a shirt
We got FNs with them stretches
Bullets coming

Big dreamer, wanna wrap around the green; 
Blunt wrap Leave a blood bath in my path, gotta cut grass
Let a snake in by the chin, then I cut back (pap!)

think again
I go down
On that big stick pop
Roll your balls, pull down the top
I'm hot like a burning pipe
If the dick don't fit then the dick ain't right

You said you got big doe daddy then make it rain 
I said I got the good dope baby show me a vein
Said nah I don’t get high are you insane
I said I got

I don’t recall it
Feel like offset how i’m riding with my migo
My heart been stuck on frio
Motivated by them c-notes
You can’t wait for them to free

The summer nights can even turn cold
In the streets of Philly where
Niggas don't even get to turn old
My heart pumping till it turn gold
You niggas

DIE!
Listen to this track, bitch
Goldie
No Face No Name
She make me hard, she make me big
She make me wanna kill any bitch
Like, bend over and take

typecast
I been on a new wave for the longest. Some say you should aim for the stars and
I wanna' shoot straight through the cosmos. Spark another Big Bang

Don’t follow no one on the internet 
I post just to show what i’m into next
AMG out on Lex
 In-front of the Housing Jets
Big Body’s bend the lobby

all
Now it's all grizzly, keep … Brooklyn now I'm all …
Ricky .. flashing on point Ashley
Coming up I was influenced by some …
Homie got them action

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction

Everyone wants to go no one can get in
There’s this thing called Club 33
It’s a really big deal
You can’t get in no matter what
The only way to go