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of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when

game
I jus went legit then the love changed 
I had two thotties they wanna minaj 
Cuz I'm on my job n these n****s not 
I roll wit da squad whenever we

and i'll rock like a f**kin fossil
I'm mad at the track, and i'll beat it like Hector Commadule
What's poppin, what it do, what's happenin, what's crackin,

shit word
Say less nigga we already on it
Come on legoo ight

I'm grabbing the key
I move n I mob wit da team
Thru da night yea we off on a spree
This

rappers claiming that they too legit
But when the game counts, they Pete Carroll, man, they ain't really running shit

Drop the album tomorrow so I can

rappin

We dont give a f*** B****, go make another album, 

XXL front cover surrounded..

All you see is the yellow hat with the P around it!


Im giving

Keep my bitches to myself 
Don't need no otha refs
Keep a curtain round da kitchen 
When im whippin 
Don't need no assistants 
Dew it betta 
It taste

the block, call everybody out
Crime Boss-Crime Family- Locs-Goons and Pyru’s
Mrs. Linda and Mike so they can act a damn fool with me
Da F.E. double L E. F

Everlast, Estelle, EPMD
Kuck wieviel Platten ich hab, im Plattenregal
Bei F steht Freundeskreis, Foxy
Fat Joe und Fugees
Bei G, Ghettoboys, Game und auch

he ackin’ hella lama cuz I dalai?
Why he packin’ like a goon at a swap meet? (meet)
Ooh, telephi-loan wishbone mock-up
W-W-Wish da’ most hit the flo*

winning (winning)
I don't go by 'Da Rules' like these young fairies, bitch I'm sinning (fuck it)
Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda bitch, cause I'm Yung Timmy

Seid ihr ready
Für das Finale? Letzte Runde: Flizzyyy Fler!

Game Over!
Du frisst Döner wie ein Penner, ich Entrecôte
Ich mach Geld du hebst jeden
Tag

or go home
Take that pistol out you shoot
Or you get hit in the dome
I grew up around killers
I was raised by scammers
Man my momma even did
Her f

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

Watch Out (Hey You)

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

and turn the lights off
Who ever put your record out must have needed write offs
Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
Slug, you can find me in

black
I solved the game like the gang Matpat
Always strapped, I'm ready for combat
In the strip club, straight jorking it
Made a new album, I'm performing

top scholar niggaz doubted me Tone
I pop they envy that F&N by da Audi seat I know that its more to see this a enchanted odessy 

Aint no love for

and asked the lord like why me
People steady spilling on my name like F* the cost (ey)
Bro you tripping better hit the floor like pray to God
I am on my way

different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we

'Cause I did the album with Crypt, not you
They ain't realize everything that I knew
I'm known by many, but respected by few
And I know nobody has handed

tell by the dressing
These niggas snakes you can tell cus they  shedding
Bitch ass nigga always mother fucking telling 
Me and monti on a da beat Flexing

had to stop her like a drake album ima drop her
These people be playing these games
I don’t even mess with these lames
Little boys getting small change

a statement 
I'm done with the games that you people keep on playin
You done messed up, f'd p and none left to rep ya
Your shadiness done crept up and you

bone just to see
If you got a hole in your heart
Then it’s right that I’m taking over the game so
These bitches are full of lust and jealousy
That squirt