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I can't name a single soul that can match us, tape one was the practice
Now we onto realer shit, stop the talking
Was ducking the flow now they

can't sip what I'm sipping
Young niggas tipping
Walking extension yeah
I could have you balling
Stop playing
Why she calling when I'm calling
Bop Bop
Cops

right, she's sittin' to my right
And she just told her man that she ain't comin' home tonight
Tough break, McLovin, stop hatin', cousin
I give her room

deviling deep within him
Need a second
All it takes to drip his innards
Leave a crater
Watch you die by my sickness
New world order
What I want
Like a god

some killers but I'm 10
Toes down by my muthafuckn self
I don't need to gang bang cuz the 
Only thing I claim is the music in
The city and it's bout

Look I don't really care to be your topic 
I don't profit off of gossip 
I don't talk it or abide by it
Listen I am not one of these niggas y'all

off by 11
But if they don't, then I'll comatose those little fuckers
With the sedatives I pulled out just to throw inside their mother
Hoping that they

can't stop anymore you know

See them haters on the strip they better S-I-T
Don't want a small side piece
I want it all my g
I'm never broke my g
These

cause I can't be checked 
Like my soul is outside and left my mind is set
"It's like I'm releasing rage on anybody in squeezing range cold enough to make

Grippin Grain

Shorty Mac

Screw Tape

2002

Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god

life we coming up this the beginning  
I'm going to tell you a little something by myself I got to keep it real got these bloodshot eyes can't be

BC park used to be link up, now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
Tj summers ain't lie tho'
I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine

rappers that really aren't cold
Who receive the respect and attention I'm owed
But can't comprehend a single sentence I've wrote
Besides if I did give

di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll
And I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with that bullshit

Yeah my shit Stink
Claim What you want Fuck What u think
Take a step Back Before this shit, Bang
Came up Like I'm curtis Laughing To tha bank
Can't fuck

squad like the Loch Ness,
Never seen, heavy cream, plot more, talk less
Cop more weight, so I got more at stake,
Had to stop making records, can’t afford

ride around the town with the gun in my lap

Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond
You pull the 2-5, I'mma pull the FoFo long
Niggas can't stop

Where this bitch at? I need some top, man
(Where she at?)
Niggas stealin' all my bars
I'm like, "Stop, man"
(Goddamn) i ain't even want this shit
It

Mystic Spirits

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

out
Take yourself, nigga told on this homie, dog
And they all had a fall, hittin' stickin' 211-turned-187
When they hauled it off
Never stop when I

brudda, who's in the fuckin' throne?
King of the North like Bugzy Malone
But I'm not from there, nah
Can't you tell by my hair, bang
Cap him then

the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance

Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan

to it
Bitch, I can't rap about it bag, cuz niggas on they ass
But I ain't broke, so nigga, stop, might be another last
The bitch, look at me, I bend my,

know I survive off tips.
And by tips I mean the end of your dicks. Laughs.

I nearly lost my self again but now I'm found.
I'm the one stop whore house

to keep it silent
I know they judge me
I'm that nigga that be rappin' bout it
And fuck the streets
You play with mine and then I gotta stop ya
And fuck