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(Kinny and Arcanum)
She's on a bed in a more than sign
Cuz I swapped hip-hop for the dead ass grind
Eight Jimmy Hills and I sniffed twelve lines

Stop Diggin on da D-L

Esham

Maggot Brain Theory

she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo

to stay/
Niggas really want be gangsters over cyberspace/
You should know your role, treat this like a play/
For that cash I'm the flash, get up out my way/

I meet you
And yeah I tote them sticks
If you talk down you won't be here
I don't fuck with niggas
'Cause these niggas moving weird, yeah
Smoking

Looking for the chief 
The shogun
Trust no one
Caught by bait
This aint the ocean 
Still flowing
But stand on guard
You never know it
Ops open
Just looking

face
Ounces in your blunt gun hanging by your waistband
Who you in a war with who got you in a haste
Now you caught a case praying that the judge can see

This goes out to all those artist you know who love using autotune
Ya know and not even say words on their songs and somehow get to the top
Just stop

you been trippin'
But I keep the heat just like I'm Jimmy, Need a butler
If you ain't rock with us, little bitch
Then yeah, it's fuck you
My weed just

of one, boy, I cannot be managed
I want a whole lot, think I speak Spanish
Let's start with number uno, they intimidated by my talent
Let's go to Dos

soldier
I don't give a fuck
If I'm fucking up the culture
Comfy with the heat
Jimmy Butler Eric Spoelstra
All you fake as fuck
Sucks when will I expose ya?

you broke by the shit that you do
I make all of the racks and the stacks and Decisions
6 on the bass and it cut with precision
You jump on stage

are crazy as a motha fucka homie
It's a blessing to still be here. Uh. Yup
Dedicate this one to Big Tavo OG. RIP
What up Jimmy Locs? I see you dawg
Life

Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check

I like to call myself the God

Still the Same Nigga

MC Ren

Da Villain in Black

1996

Sylvester Stallone
Niggaz shootin' stones, motherfuck a sly
If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye
Then you'll be in a deep sleep
So bring the band

which is my specialty outside of rhyming
You can't compete with me because you can't be me
I'm one of one and would never call y'all my sons, I've got

I know you ain't with me I'm still gon get it regardless
Flexing on lil baby you know that I'm feeling heartless
They questioning my path cuz I'm

You better take it in stride
Cause there's a whole lotta snakes looking to break in your pride
And I wouldn't wanna be one of em who catches the side

're a cockroach
You're going to be back here in six months
I got a pillowcase and a toothbrush
With your name on it
Because you know what pal
You're just like

wishing for retrying and gain clearance than be Mister Lazybones

Keep it going

Yeah

With that being said

Let me show you what I got for you
Here, it's

Anini with this flow idiots call him
Lucky to be here
Luncheon on S.K with G-nut finna high 365 (Garri bitches)
Only giving me dues
When they saw

Clarence Anini with this flow idiots call him, lucky to be here
Luncheon on S.K with G-nut finna high 365 (Garri bitches)
Only giving me dues when they saw

places you are now facing
A king with no fear of any man
Who is cool like Jerry Lewis but will still blast until the Jimmy Jam
You hear me man I'm trying

get wicked when it's up, so you can't stop the beef
I call lil Brodie Jimmy Buckets, cause he keep a heat
Can't make no love, I need the green, or you

When income tax come around, only time you floss the bankroll
Mama told me don't be fuckin' around with all these bald-head skank hoes
Bitch, you only