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the 5 Hot Chocolate Partiers
Your laughs will power us like we're the city of Monstropolis
I'm Mike, I'm murder on the mic, I'm Mike, Krombopulos
Now time

yack I'm goin' harder, say she do it honest but I'm a probably doubt it
She got power with the way she throwin' back her lil' body, uh
Throwin' back her

Cookie
Watch them round yo nigga, bitches friendly with the box
A year ago in Houston caught you throating getting bullied
In a hallway, with your ex

honing in with flamethrower bars Gunstar
Sonic got me hooked it was life at first, making bodies hit the ground like it's life alert
This my domain, it's

now she roll up and she whispered
Sip that juice so we could bounce up out of here like gummy bears

I told her meet me by the stairs when the function

nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his bodys underground

rich
And now there’s people tryna figure out how to catch up to Mix, yeah
Oh this the life that I been living
Bars, like a federal prison
I might kiss

damn
Making you dizzy like merry-go-round, since you hit me up
I have been working and working and going all out
Put my foot on your neck with your

the soul rhythm and blues
Good mix jamba juice
Plain joe I don't need no jewels
Touchdown when I hit the jukes
Peep game my influence on the youth
Keep

and pain will only continue if they respond with more killing
And here I am
On the outskirts while they're in the middle just trying to get by
I'd tell them

beacon's light
Dance until the morning bright, in the house, we feel just right

You don't feel the beat's embrace, ever since I hit the floor
I just wish

wonder why, all your fans are fuckin 5.
You rocksteady and you couldnt spit to a beatbox
I should hit you wit sheet rock, til you learn to respect Pete

And buying drinks
Is crazy Play me
Like I'm really gone
About this shit
If you mistaken
Keep on hatin'
Till I body on your bitch

friendly with these rap niggas
I ain't missing polite
I ain't gon' give you advice
Imma watch your soul leave your body
When I dig in my knife
FN kiss 'em

it's time to show and prove it
Better than your usual rapper, yeah got them looking foolish
Passing by my ex in the whip, she now be looking ghoulish

a shooter
So he not tryna mix (No he not)

In a wide body, this a Hellcat (Yuh)
And I'm with the gang, they be sliding in a Scat Pack (Skrt Skrt)
Where

M.I.A.M.I.

First Platoon

Connected

gettin all ready see sight 
For power sheets, hoodlums that run streets
The beast back the big teeth to make your body cease
Like decease, now you rest in

Nigga, how you feel for real? Don't give a fuck bout none of that

Gang full of pussies and you niggas not the Thunder Cats
Hit that inbox, sent your last

Quality Control

Jurassic 5

...For Persons with DJ Abilities

2000

Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad,

your whole crew and the state that you stay in
Fuck with me you gon see that I'm not playing
Everyday praying tucked with a box cutter
Tss Tss Tss like

CREAM and I call it green
But either way we get it by any means
What do you mean
Say you da best in East but you only the best in your dreams
Nigga you

losers, nigga, change up that scheme
You spinned and ain't hit shit, nigga, change up that bean
Lil' shorty on my hit list, I'ma hit by any means
I blew

bitches of the south[01:24.87]Only thing workin on your body is your fucking mouth[01:27.66]You bitches hoe around just to get some fucking

calling, said he moving south
Didn't understand but now I know he broke his vows
So he had to bounce
This the type shit that I think about when I smoke