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friends, uh
The things you are tryna defend, uh
Are soon gonna be at their end, uh
Sloth Mob
Tryna bob and weave
You honestly thought you could cross with me

friends, uh
The things you are tryna defend, uh
Are soon gonna be at their end, uh
Sloth Mob
Tryna bob and weave
You honestly thought you could cross with me

to go I'm getting crushed by the ceiling love
Chopping it up with Vic bout running these bands up
Then Silence texted my phone & said Chevy got jammed up

fly
Straight shot without the chase so keep up with the pace
Lawyers at Costcos get them by the case

Never need to guess see I doubt it there's vest,

Pop 'Nuff Shit

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

to the exit
Word up and I thank this, the one man skit
I want to pop nuff shit

I want to pop nuff shit, word up straight up
No falsehoods, n othing ain't made

bright
I stay lit, Bob Marley
Sip ace of spades, no ed hardy Walk through the door, I bring the party
OME, they like no he
Shut up hoe, you don't know me

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

at night
Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop
Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped

[Chorus 2X]

[Delta #1]
Ain't no mothafucker like

rhymes bite, because they're tight 
And I'm telling the story of my life, alright 
Crime lights up a wave, my life I saved 
Probably the next door

dinner planned out perfect
And if we were to be late even 1 minute it won't be worth it
Yo Dad, seriously it was a pleasure straight up
And Mom I'll see

Getting by in the end and ended up deep in debt
Working our asses off for degrees that won't reap a cent
Yeah that'll leave a dent, when you're two faced

triple goose
Doubled up my stable son, Bruce Bruce
On my UFC while cowards wanna a truce

I am on one son, I cause mass hysteria
Straight thru tissue like

valve, you couldn't shut me the fuck up if you
Had dirt on me now, I'll murder my pal, before I NTSC a crowd of
People that have been offended by the words

shit
Sick of you niggas talking ‘bout who they clapped at on wax
This time I’m riding for mines

The game’s fucked up by design
Don’t gotta tell nobody

Huh? Bitch
What the fuck up?
(JR808)
Ayy, do just what I say, not as I do
Get it fixed, Bob The Builder, Handy Mandy with these tools
Nightmares in

the same line
Looking in the mirror, hope I glow up when it's game time
Failing; what I fear, every loss I'm winning two times
Painting out my future, Bob

fun, but that’s just me

Bad news Charlie brought us updates, none of them good
Bob and his kids kept warm by burnin’ wood
Food was runnin’ low, for big

thug tears
Mane these g's sweeter than tarts
And I'm a wolf
On gang
Mozart
I press these niggas
Straight the fuck up
Do you gotta baby momma
How you

wit a steamer in it

We swing the mop

Like a cleaning business 

Broke niggas gotta spending limit

U trust that bitch

We threw dick up in it 

straight out CS-GO
Bitch got range on her
And the beat by Derrion
He put sum flame on em
Bitch I'm sticking to that pape
Love dem bank commas
Two choppas

And we can keep it straight, like we on the interstate
Still bob and I weave, as I navigate
Through this thang called life, I accelerate

Not too fast, not

me (yeah)
Pure rock, this is straight glass
I teach 'em how to weigh it up
It's obvious he ain't built
For this weight class
We all wanna see

What's Your Alias?

Mystikal

Ghetto Fabulous [Clean]

1998

to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight

representing by throwing em up
Break it down and roll it up,
smokin' blunts all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Detroit playas too

beat's surgical seams
As it is now known and will forever be, he is the illest of MCs 
Forcefully injecting his venom straight into your bloodstream

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