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....Hold up raise your hand you wanna talk then ask permission
Gunning down your ambition with unlimited ammunition 
Light you up like electricians

Why you gotta hate cause you see the food on my plate first
Better pipe down this my house bitch you gotta wait first
I deserve it I been workin hard

gone wit all that putting on and faking
I got 'em by a landslide
Ice cold mudslide leave the women bug-eyed
They get it out the mud baby I got it out

gone wit all that putting on and faking
I got 'em by a landslide
Ice cold mudslide leave the women bug-eyed
They get it out the mud baby I got it out

the punchline? You better play it again

Oh you think that you the man because you got some cash?
That feeling doesn’t last when it’s coming fast
You gotta dream

a demon
Shots start to pop, until his body drop
Shootout shootout suicide by a cop

Quick links I told that nigga pull up
Ain't playing no games when you show up
You been hitting my line mean blow up
So you better throw it down when

Wall Street genocide
We finna blast em all
Imagine how that husband felt
When they took his family
And Now he
Locked down on the field
Like he Jalen

games when they start to begin
Y’all ain’t fucking wit us and we ain’t fucking wit them
Every time y’all drop y’all ain’t dropping no gems
I need cash

Chasing clout
I'm the king
Give me the crown
When I step inside your town
I'm with my dogs, We going up
So you know I hold em' down
I control the whole

of eyes that they?ve never seen,
And I can do this in whatever the weather brings
Picasso couldn?t paint a better scene, colossal
Now give me the mike

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

on the record
It feel like I use real weapons
Straight laying broads down in the booth
It ain′t safe for niggas either
I get down on em too
I'm a bitch
But more

Bakin' Soda in Minnesota

Andre Nickatina

Khanthology Cocaine Raps 1992-2005

2006

rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just I can

face nigga I got that shi from my mama
Niggas hidin' they flaws by dressin' up in designer
It'll never work
Niggas askin' me for features write a better

a tough law
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little we give em a bottle
and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it

Nigga roll wit Bone up into

or "No, babe"
But esta noche,
I'll go to sleep all by my lonely
And homie, that won't be any fun
But better than the way she text me like I'm anyone (Yuh)

but I'm trying to motivate too
I was down bad but somehow it got better
Everything started fallin' into place, 'bout to get me a job to stack up

Down is when I tie my shoe
Better put up that loot
Get an umbrella for them rainy days
I start drankin’ that juice
Poppin’ them percs, to take that pain

she cannot get none from me
I was raised by all women, so you know that I'll turn you down subtly
I wont sign to no labels you know they coming with

she
Weren't even potty trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me
With a chorus written by 2Face? Deep down
You wanna take part in this

Inauguration Day

J-Zone

Music for Tu' Madre

they stood still 
To make the world a better place we gotta take action 
"So where do I start" You gotta make things happen 
Like overpopulation but

He tryna get in my draws
He like It's bouta get messy
I suck it up without using a straw
Baby know I ain't no runner
But I'm stepper
he can tell all