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a beat as she netted another man.
In forty-five minutes his head was on a plate
Served as the main course at a banquet for the state.
Should've stayed
lookin' for the fluids for me and my crew kit
Park up on that hill, ten minutes away from Beale
Sittin' try to chill to get to know this ho that kill
Her
his face on the scene
Went into his stash, and bought a fresh ride
All within a week, he sowed up the South side
5 to 10 G's, every minute
squiddly diddly wait a minute
Eight arms to go around and eight legs to come with it
So hellos, fellows, I'm feelin kind of mellows
Brews for the crews
rap, and can't get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So if you get souped, I add beef
Commander in Chief of the belief fonta leafs
some minutes
cause when we're together i just lose myself in it
is it wrong to be childish when my baby allows it
some may call me pathetic if she anit
and I got to relax
I need a new beat
Yo, Fresh 'tro I got a few treats (uh)
You been up in this city long?
Nah, only two weeks
Cool, well, I'm
it's time to beat the horn on the bus
Get ready with your 'uh, uh, uh'
Here we go
The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep
Beep,
Comment faire? En dix minutes je génère une grosse merde
Un beat foireux le temps d'un éclair
Il manque la voix, celle qui va dire deux phrases nazes
Et
rollin' in on a summer blaze
Lazy river in the rapids I race
Just a minute layin' next to you and time stands still
You make want to slow down
Baby,
on niggas
And feels nothin like he's full of novocaine
That's why you never see me on B.E.T
When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me
If I'm
guard
Approaching me fake, don't think for a minute
That Lisa don't know what the hell's going on
Just when you think that you got it your wrong
I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna see sex and the city
Lust for a minute
I don't wanna do that
I don't wanna let go on the floor tonight
and runnin'
runnin', and runnin' runnin', and
In this context, there's no disrespect
so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks
We got five minutes
Prepare myself for what lies ahead
As I dread the every minute I have to face without you here
Close but so far as the time draws near
How much more can
Let's get loud
If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don't you waste it
(Don't waste it)
Every feelin' every beat
Can be so very
the kitchen, a minute later
I'm playing the role of the waiter
Serving pate to everybody in the party
On a silver tray high society,
ready to come and take
cause they know I'ma win
In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten
I'm the computer, printin out data take notes
then analyze the information and press
Gumbo
Ill freakin the funk every goddamn week
So watch me bang-bang boogie to this funky beat
Rob hits this track like a dime bag of weed ( ? )
Yeah, I
love
Tainted love
Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy
I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat
And consider ridin she'll
Punk ass fool, cause Compton's lynchin
[Compton]..[no, please don't!]..[Now I'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[Compton]..[Now wait a minute. Hey man]..[Now I'm
two one, we're gone
As I got the shift, the pedal's down to the floor
We can circle the earth, in a minute or more
So please be my guest to let yo'
MC's what's goin on?
I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform
One minute you're hardcore and raw
That's what you was known for, but not no
my nigga Ned, he just beat a felony
That be that good shit, my nigga Dizzy mailing me
Lean got a nigga on cruz like Penelope
Need therapy, stressed,
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