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touch my Pellegrino, dawg

About to storm the castle, savage, yo

Yeah, I stick the mic in your esophagus
Anything you thinking is dope, I am

Da Heist

Beelow

Ballaholic

2000

split up the loot
By this time tomorrow boys, we be chillin' in Cancun

Beelow talking:

Ballaholic you know what I'm saying
It's drought season, we had

You Got Money

Haystak

The Natural

2002

Money makes the world spin

Hahahaha
Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin
Not to mention the improvments in

The coming of the new Overlordian
I I be the boy within the man so why try
I never needed comp, I never wanted comp
I feels I exceeded the skills

P.O.P

Mac Mall

Immaculate

And I'm a general that's spittin flows and peelin hoes
Smokin dope, drinkin XO, but don't fuck with no chemicals
Your wifey want to try me, hook up and give

Yoo man once again
It's yo boy Criusel Maccaine
I got havocktilt on this one
We do it

You praying on my downfall I prayed that get in your feet
We

this cold ass chick who was infatuated by dick
Said she been with 13 boys since late last week she been workin hard
Man she was a freak
She tried to kiss

Will you ignorant niggas please shut the hell up?

Yuh
Yuh
Outside like summer city, dope boy fresh, they like "Leave if you go by the block"

adults get lifted from glass pipes gifts

Air lifts and Navy ships took the blind eye

When it ain’t the dope boy wishing our people die

Couldn’t infect

the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car 
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly (I did, Sauce)
We do not

d.a. got that dope
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah, whoa, yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy
Ayo-ya, ayy, woo, woo, ayy, yo-ya
Woo, ayy, uh

Ayy, I feel

dope money baby
200 grand a month, fuck a bitch
I stick to the code, fuck a snitch
I eat at Serving Spoons on the regular
Million dollar calls politicing

Reaper

Mad Child

Dope Sick

2012

of dark

Eh yo my plan to attack
It is lethal
Don't fuck with the reaper
I inhale and exhale ether
Old school dope dealer with a beeper
Sleeper,

(R14)

Yo, what's beef?
Beef is when you can't step nowhere without your gun
Beef is when you go to his mums, nowhere to run
Beef is when IC

dope lines than the cartel 
Switch up the tempo 
Im wearing all negro 
Moonlight w/ satan 
She making me tango 
Pulling them strings boy
I feel like

SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on

Verse 1:

In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in

Joy comes, in the morning 
Joy comes, in the morning

Real life
Yo it's been a long journey but, we finally made it to the end

Stories from

Tryna live a dope boy dream
Start following the lead
Get a choppa and a key and a boppa you can flip
Start ballin in the mix
I don't argue wita bitch

zehn joints
Day by day! All meine Primaten erzähln euch
Geht schon
Geht! Was soll ich nur sagen? Wen freuts?
Den und den! Alles in allem nur zehn boys

donuts/
And throw um at the hoes standin by the taco truck/

Just some outta control youth, fuck what you go through/
You gettin clowned on for wearin

winter is coming it blows
Like coke in the eighties move
Dope like a baby
I'm tryna be greater than Hov
Like Weezy & Baby I want you to pay me
Then hop

Nicht ein bisschen
Du siehst ich bin nicht wie die Dudes
Ich bin ein pretty Boy, gehöre in die GQ
Guck wie ich jeden Tag den Bentley wasch'
Es ist ein

spilled more dope than ou niggas sold
I den spilled more juice
Than you niggas po’ed
I had respect for dem boys
But them bitches told
Every time you see me

(trumpet playing off-key notes) aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down hey Jazzy
Jazzy show this boy what some real
Music 'posed to sound like he he ha!