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And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit

wham! How you like me now, bitch, how you like me now?

Is it seriously in?

In? You gotta stop fuckin all them rhinos and blue whales! Not
only is it in,

get real loose, dance the night away
They told me at the bar "What kinda music you do?
I wanna know right now, can you dance to blues?"
I said "Hey

guides the hand that comes to play?
Like BB King and Stevie Ray
Who takes the pain we didn't choose?
Turns it into Chicago Blues

An angel walks

And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get

the jungle trees
You can just count the Gs, baby
Make some more, read that book
Learn to exceed, top
Gotta keep stackin' the grease
Gotta go sight seein'
Fly

and get loud now
Time flies by
And you still ain't even try, but like why?
Had to get up at the gutter yeah like twice
I just gotta roll the dice
You better

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

his
I need a lot more to live
You got to get the king before the kid
How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker?

That's a bad bitch,

I'm the One

Bizzy Bone

A Song for You

2008

straight to the bed and an IV
An eye for an eye, I never go by, you gotta forgive 'em and let it be
Think of the sign, the temple the mind, we get

black president 
If you ain a felon bruh get out and vote
That's the part you should play as a resident 
We can control how this history wrote

& I hate

money and I'm ghost like Casper

Over here y'all niggas hustle backwards

B.B. King y'all niggas sing tha blues

Around here y'all niggas like to lose

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

Don’t sit back, fucking time to attack
Closed my eyes and saw you I can finally relax
Knowing you’re still in my mind gives me thoughts of the past

babble on till they get me
Hit me up we can work, if not that rapper on shirts
RIP, no tapping out when my pen go bizzurk
The Count Monte Cristo flow how

Dead Presidents

Master P

Legal Dope

1995

got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me 

I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P 

and the game get deep 

how can you stop when

Trial Before Pilate

Andrew Lloyd Webber

Jesus Christ Superstar

1970

been brought here
Manacled, beaten by your own people.
Do you have the first idea why you deserve it?
Listen King of the Jews,
Where is your kingdom?

I wanna fuck Lizzo imma blow a raspberry make her fat sing
BB Belt on my waist shi this a bootleg
If ain nobody touch u up in jail den why u bowlegged

the contract with us
By my religious authority
No court can order me
To pay a sinner
That's against the First Amendment
And I will take you to the Sky
You'll be

did I just say something important
I know you can hear me, them ears big as Horton
Don't make me angry like I'm Edward Norton
Musical money, it's blue

big money
Okay, put me next to a bitch you think go hard
Let's see who can rap for real
Like, why its so many names on your song credits
You cap for

(Cash(Aye) Money(Aye)) 
Cash Money (Money) 
All I talk is blue hunnids you don’t speak nothing (speak nothing) 
Cash Money (Money) 
You better go get you some

But I know how to get it whip it
I made it out the trenches my city
I get that legal money
Nigga serving to the city on god
I can't fuck ya hoe
If her

paper, hood is up
We get them figures up
The order I’m payin for, I hit them niggas up
Triple OG, they can sit around
Slurp green like nigga you a sitting

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your