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Moms and fucked your sister
I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus
Not even Mohammed could stop
These bullets from freezing
Your blood ice-cold in

Out my mind predict what's next
I scratch my name onto the hex
Overdose on cash and sex
I got sent out on this damn quest
Then woke tied up by my neck

Honored to go from Mr. No Image to the pop out
Plans to make it ain't really yo plan if you ain't make it huh
Cool kid played by the rules until was shown

straight out my ass
Hop off the toilet, I'm flipping it fast
Kids on my poop and I reel in the cash
Delivering shit like the milkman
Pee-pee at my lemonade

Word up yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know what it is what up kid
Yo aight look, check it, it's going down
You know how I go wu Tang forever
Parazitii no

person the kids in my basement wanna be
And by that I mean we just wanna be free
Please Mr Jonah please give us food
And is it really necessary to keep us

used to have to look for the plug

Mr. Bradley gone I think his wife just had a kid
In the bathroom with all my boys rollin' up a spliff
I just lost

a choice
Not really
Think theyll be less afraid and give me some more time if I pay all the fees?
Thats the spirit Mr . McBride
Let me check
(Praying) 
God

You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep

the nights the wife won't let you out For the businessmen who wanna be us bad To the soccer moms and the little league dads Here's a joint for you to share

(RJ on the beat) judging by my wrist (wrist)
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with

Rush

Pacewon

Won

2002

The stick-up kids can't stop the RUSH
The DEA can't stop the RUSH
My whole click cock back and bust, FOR REAL

[Pacewon]
Yo, yo, yo
Professor Kick-Ass, Mr

we bring it live, I'm sure the peeps will see the light
And some would swear I came outta mom-dukes holding a mic
Professional, rub you out with

kid never coming back 
If it was mine just give me a date and time 
I'll catch whoever it was on the street and kill em blind
In cold blood 
You see

them: lick my grundle
Rhymes by the bundle, go tell your uncle
(Tell him what?) that my DJ cuts so gross
Like the arms on a kid with a suicide note
Spizzy

Cuz if we fighting over money, you gon need you a nurse

Now I ain't trying to fight
Just trynna hop me a flight
So make sure that deposit hits me by

We popped a bottle then hit the throttle all the way up
Eighth of fungus, alligators and the darkest hush
Turned up the volume on Mr. Anderson

"You know what he did?"
Everyone's frozen in place
You know what he did? (What'd he do? What'd he do?)
He raped some kids
Whoa, whoa, whoa, not true

people but I really had to stop it
Glad Im done with taking orders, sad I always loose at bop it
Gotta say, I'm still the kid that wishes he was in

down

Shit craze, 'cause I really started from the bottom
No bitch Drake, shooters in my hood is dummy rocking (Bop-boop)
Section eight, yeah my

knew the Gawd was suttin’ special

A nigga really was honest from the get go







Me and my mom was livin out the P’s

By a teen, I was livin out my

Fuck yourself
Let's think 'bout the kids an 'em, don't be silly chasing millis we need benjamins this shit'll work
Nah; lets be genuine, Omehc just

Caught in the most of shit made seasons fly
Nigga we did most of shit
We fly
I was with broke mom
Mom was a angry one
Our lives wasn't the same
I made