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my competitor's car
These niggaz runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better than moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra

But you get outta line, I'll cut you off
Treat ya like a jig baby you know what it is
Don't fuck with you kids, I make sure I'm on my bizz
Juugman

you off that
Chronic too
I could switch it up,
Move how sonic do
Was all in love
Writing sonnets too
Feelin' chopped and screwed
In my head,
Like run it

bob it)
Wanna bob ya head wanna bob ya head 

Nah this the type of beat that make you jump up outta bed
( I like that yeah I like that, I like that  bob

just go live life
Lets just go live life
Tried to put you outta mind but its hard to do
I stay awake at night
No I cant sleep I want ya by my side
Before

I walk in with the dope in my stattybag
Chains on me don't weigh me down
Like some people I had around
Trash in ya chat know you want me to pat ya

groove, nod ya head if ya feel it
Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh
Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it
Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy
So

of the 80s
Got the hood goin crazy
Bitch
My Guns off safety
If these shells hit ya nigga Make bastard his outta baby
Should a never played em
Corners brought

Hold Dat Thought

Gucci Mane

Hard to Kill

2006

moon walking
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci wrapped

somethin I cant be
I got the medicine Lyrics Healing like exedren
Niggas be talkin just talk etcetera
Feel in my spirit now it's time level up
Head to head

Grid Iron Rap

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it

Really done with the lies now maturing now
Really really bout' the bread
Can't get it out my head
Niggas wishing niggas dead
Hearing what a nigga said

ya mind, homie
Just rhyme, homie
Kick ya little lies, I kick my real facts
Like you sneakn out the back of the source soundlab
We wasn't chasin, naw,

Good Mourning
When you see ya boys is poppin
And you running outta options
Good mourning
All you gotta do is watch em
Fire burning it ain't stopping

you want
I hope that you don't go
I see you side by side
Till the end of the road

Ay, girl, ay, girl, let's go on vacay
Every lady in my head had

Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z

Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine

Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]

Now

I'm Feelin good I'm great 
Nigga Get the fuck out my face 
Champagne bottles by the case
And she love it my way
Wanna be my world I need space
Cause

Ay turn me up gang
I love fast cars I love bad bitches (Ya)
I love A-Rs I love shitting on niggas
I love hoes with they own bag straight go-gettas

y'all (Griselda)
Ay, yo

Rocket pack Nack damage is ambidex'
Aerial attack amateur's asking questions (que paso?)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back,

Aint got time rest
Tryna let ya know
On my bed
Tryna let ya know
(Ay ay ay huh)
Gotta start living might run outta time
Double step back if you work 9 -

(High)
Ay
She like to ride wit me cause her last nigga was pie, ay
I'm posted wit killas fasho, ya betta know, ay
My young nigga he cut, ay, he throwin

Get ya mind right
Get ya mind right
Get ya mind right
My mind's always mines, right
Get ya mind right
Get ya mind right
Get ya mind right
My mind's

think of
Dollar sign my eyes, yeah
Blinded by my greed, uh
(See I)
Don't talk to no hoe, I don't talk
Ay, bitch I got the whole squad
Fuck around and get

evaporation
I know niggas who sideline and always hating
We gone do it my way nîgga Fuck debating
Lil Vito gone crash he a shooter
We bussing at heads we