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on shuffle while I clean the studio carpet
New world order no wrestling match
I'm bout to put an extra X on ya hat
You the target and they placing the bets

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hol' on, huh, look, huh
She like, look, huh

"Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck," hol' on
"Baby

the force of nature 
So I can’t afford to change course for later 
Young man in my hand got an ultimatum


Been feeling robotic the way I’ve been at it 
Yeah

Put Tha House on It

8Ball

Lost [Chopped & Screwed]

1998

that shit man
Know what I'm talkin' about?
Tryin' to let these niggaz know
Bitch
It ain't no playin' no more mothafucker
Yeah
Bet them hoes felt that

the blacks to make black money
I stopped eating off the cats that's trap money
I sold machines that bark thats 'wap money
My wallet can't fold that's fat money

craft is staggering, it leaves the haters baffling
Now I bet someone regrets they let a golden dragon in
I'm a force nature, rap orchestrator
In it for

If you had one chance, I bet you'd chance it all
Could you loose all your things and write it off?
How do you sleep wit a brain bouncing off da wall?

you say that I abuse it
All of these man now you tubing
Reach the subs and make the same music
Got no talent they auto-tuning
Can't throw bars cos they

doublin'
Cop a pair like 12 man
I get 'em by the dozen
'Cause I'm who they see
I'm feeling new every week
Ain't let me come in the game
So the game I to bust

the coach, I'm the player, I'm the GM of the team
I'm the hero and the villain when I ever intercede
Got the pockets on Fat Joe make 'em big lean
Never worry

shot by Cupid
Man man I'm the man
But ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands
With no wedding band or best man

Don't blame us for visions

Hit the Jackpot

Underground Sound Unit

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

for me
Say Abdula microphone ruler
The skills to be ill kids be chill cause I can school ya
Like my man Schooly carrying a toolie
In the streets

tryna see ya, rest in piss
Rich ass motherfucker, you won't be missed, yeah
I hope you drown in a motherfucker pool, or fall down the stairs, bitch
That'd

the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type

the opposition offended
Talkin' greens on other sides of fences
We are blinded by our five lit, senses
Tryin' to drive this hive brain, Demented
Well I stay dazed

blow me up
You would think I was living in Iraq (Brrrt)
Now can you memorize that
Get a pen and a paper or maybe get an iPad
(yee) i can't pretend that

of the Rings with this rap shit, man, I'm a prophet
Goin' tit for tat for my spot, nah, that ain't a option (Fah, fah)
How you still got beef with a bitch?

I'm still hardcore gettin mines, like I told ya
I still keep a gun on my waistline, clip in a fat rhyme
Shoot you in the chest with the tec, in

magic like abra cadabra
Supa' hot fire, man, I'm lookin dapper
Heard about cap, now I be a capper 
Racin' the track, bet I'm gonna lap ya'
Star in my

Aye man let me talk my shit real quick man
Aye I ain't standing in no line nigga if that muh-fucka long know that shit

I ain't standing in that line

INRTO: For Every Real Nigga Who Got A Mama
Much Love To The Ones Who Lost Theirs Man
(Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yeaah)
My T-Lady Call The Police On Me
She

money
They be startin' a GoFundMe to bury you
You ever sat through a burial
'cause ya man died?
And even though it's sad he just
Passed ya ass can't cry?

First young nigga to pop it like this But I won't take the credit for starting this
shit Can't name nobody who a artist like this
Beat from the back,

Let's Roll

Boot Camp Clik

Duck Down Presents: Heartburn

2015

you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)

[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
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