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a fuck bout the rest
Bitch I'mma dog but I can't be your pet
Nigga wanna slide on me know that's a bet
These nigga talkin but he ain't a threat
When I pull

and a nice reverse layup for Booker
No look pass to Booker, Booker another reverse layup
Michael Booker is living up to that SirBucksAlot

tetris on his checklist
No lie
He disclosed it on line number twenty-five
It's mentioned prior to the nasty cramp he got
On his right side thigh
But what's

played the violin Set up another tour, slept among whores
Got bit by a scum punk dog, the maddest eyes
I need stitches and shots  where's the hospital,

Then I mash out
Down on my last
I was assed out
We run it
Like it's the last down
Hit up the fast lane, go a bit faster
Sir Mix a lot, call me Grand

with my 
Nigga Sleazy take it easy when
We in yo city a lot of niggas 
Aint fucking with me why 
These niggas want to try the 
Hippie protect your neck

days, tit for tat
Probably get cover from fucking a bat

But that's cool, cuz you nasty
Bro I'm woke as a joke, maybe full of coke
And you can't surpass

I once knew a brother
Who talked when he was lost
Made a lot of his thoughts mood
And paid to play the part
Practiced praying advancely
Well ahead

Junkie having withdraw powder mix with 
Fetnayl 
Itching like that k9
Bitches love it raw dog 
Pedestal I stand tall 
Shitting on yo hood
Bag big she go

on the line
With everything that I'm involved with
So you know I gotta be cautious
Vision forty divided by two
Dog I came up in the zoo
Was born prepared for

pickpocketed a million chances
bad seed, fallen from a bad tree
nasty, only motivated by greed
he, speaks like false prophet
claims its all logic with a false

The Jam

(Intro)
Peeking thru my window
Rolling up indo
All i see is oppertunity
What would be cool to be?
Hmm i will be just that
That and alot more

niggas stab you for money
Not a lot neither
Send shots the block heat up
Get a lot deeper
When you lock with the block reaper
Seen the rock tweakers

soda and Trish

Boy how you ain't got no pape and you old den' a bitch
pull the lac off the lot, put some moe in my grits
I mix the tek wit' the wok, put

(yeah, yeah)
Pull up on the six, yeah, we all got blick (oh yeah)
Steppin' on shit, five thousand blues
Good dog, take it too, mix it all with Fent'

is monotonous you've gotta mix and match
Why must i be a dog
Why i must i get the cat
Got licked by my wounds but why must i lick it back
Nothing heals

Cause if they see you weak they gone eat
I try to live my life with some confidence
But got a lot of insecurities
Chase money in a hurry cause I want that

I'm smokin' my cigs by the pack
I got me a lot on my neck
Enemies down in my plate
Money in place
If you wanna talk put a bag to my face
We gettin'

to the critics
We just ball and make them feel sorry
Got a lot of heart like Rocky
We got weapons like Dawkins
We got dogs like Carter
This year it's time to go

One bitch gave me blue balls, I think she from Slauson
Walking around with two dogs, boom, John Wallin
Higher then a blimp, leaning like a pimp
40 by

around while my main out of town (yea)
I'm thinking she know me she know me by now (yea)
Yes I'm a dog in need of a bone (yea)
Too many women can't leave

Mama help me I’m goin though all this nasty shit
Had to make a purpose get somewhere that I felt good with it
Wanna find a lover not no one who plays

a nigga that’s also half Zoe
Then I get pulled
Jump out with guns out
Dogs out So you know I got snitched out
How the fuck that these crackers even knew

hit licks well their parents are either dead, drug addicts or Alcoholics, talk about nasty habits
Followed by bandits, toting automatics, plotting