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Much against his will
      And while Gyp the Cat was alibi-in'
      You know his clothes were dryin'.

 

      Down on Bourbon Street
the softer seat

To summon gut
To play the slut
My bass drum for to beat

Hey!

Gyp the blood
Gyp the blood
Anchor in my heart
Skull and crossbones
often heard
With a big ol' cadenza
On every long word

They keep it as low
As they possibly can,
And sometimes they walk
Like an e-gyp
and train smoke. 
Somehow my watch and chain got lost. 
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen, 
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony 
I
got lost
I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet

I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home
makeup and a broken shoe,
But her eyes were just a counterfeit,
She tried to gyp me out of it,
But you know that I'm still in love you.

Don't listen
of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't
of the killa to the top, we're now born 
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John 
Can't forget Bobby; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich, ain't
smoke
Somehow my watch and chain got lost

I wish I was home
In Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet
And I hope my pony
I hope my
the destructions of the table and waited days
But the thrill it feels so nice, you do it all again

But I look to the gyps I loose
standing on the platform with
neutral, bare the fruitful
Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle
Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
Here to make a megahit fit
to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I clocked him on the turban with
to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I clocked him on the turban with
niggaz
You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In Will we
the big Gas Face 
No Gas Face for DJ Subroc 
No Gas Face for KMD 
Hammer, shut the fuck up! Gas Face! ! 
What do we think about Hammer? 
? GYP 
Get
The anti-bullshitter, Islamic extortioner
You're the forfeiter unfortunately
Niggas who wanna gyp me
I cause humidity so come and get me
I'm simply, the cat to lay back
I
quick to pull it?
The anti-bullshitter, Islamic extortioner
You're the forfeiter unfortunately
Niggas who wanna gyp me
I cause humidity so come
Disney
And a Happy Meal, pretty please don't gyp me
On fries (ketchup), on the guys, uh huh
McDonalds 'cause they still sellin' pies, uh-huh
Just
the hole) 
To GYP (ace in the hole) 
To my man Sam Sever (ace in the hole) 
My man Prince Paul (ace in the hole) 
To the Crackhead Gams (ace in the hole)
ça m’parle 
Surtout quand y fait beau 
Avec le Gyps pis Robicheau 

Du monde qui ont toute 
Rien à manger 
Eh qu’ch’tanné 
D’dire chus tanné 

Y’a du
my bae
You my bae
You my bae

On the boardwalk I'm feelin' like "Nucky" Thompson especially
There's always a Gyp Rosetti to test me
Lotta women I ran
to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with a bag of ice
'Cause I'm mell-el-o like jell-el-o, cool like lemonade
I made my getaway

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