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that you ain't gettin'?
Tellin' stories in your raps, your whole life fiction
You ask for game, we give it to you, but you don't listen
I'm the hardest

nice take
A real nigga to congrajulate
Fuck a ricegum, fuck a Jake Paul
Niggas won't reply cause they scared of me
Fuck a team 10 nigga ASAP
Shitty

smoke the whole pound, met a broad and now we out of town
Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the cross
Got married and divorced, I met

for our fucking lives (Damn)
And bridge by bridge you burned them all down, alert the whole town
The serpents resurfaced, cursed to be bound to my

took the D train uptown
Shante and her whole crew groovy hair style
Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts
Gold teeth smirks at mark 125th
Hope the heat work few

How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking

By this time.. y’all down figured it out
But they still can’t figure me out
Clutch... Swish
& they keep asking me these questions like
Where 2 Now,

and the tune and the hits God willing
Said maybe with the groove and the tune and the hits God willing

God willing, I'll take the whole village and give

to Thrift God Paul Cantù
Cause' I stay flyer than a feather
In any type of weather
All my fucking shirts single stitch
Everything I got by the pound
My whole

You rappers never concern me
Talking about you the best
Your vision is getting blurry
Nigga, I'm the God from
Trinidad spitting curry
Eating you rapping

high)
Driving through town (Driving through Town)
Ridin in La, Stop at Rodeo Drive (Rodeo Drive)
I pulled a stunt, the other night (The Other Night)
Hope

High Noon

Rascalz

Global Warning

1999

the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out

in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,

within the town
I guess my name matters
Enemies look away
When they see katanas
Ay
2 Katanas by my side
2 Katanas by my
2 Katanas, I'm a slice you open
How

LBC and The ING

Snoop Dogg

The Recipe

But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks 

And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks 

Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm

hear
Around my neck is a whole damn chandelier
Push up in that mustang, no Paul Revere
Flying in the bih like a damn reindeer
Smoking too much loud like

motto
You talking stupid you down by tomorrow
I got that gold on my plate
They fucking with me too late
I just can't fuck with the jakes
Whole world see

But I may never ask for it back
Leave too late, speed the whole way, and miss kickoff again
7 weeks straight
And we haven’t lost a game
They called us

the sheers
Travel up north so it's raise a gear this a whole plan so don't interfere
Yo this lights entice on these bikes nothing nice
These signs by these

You was really quite a sight
Bought the whole house a round
Yaaay
Then had no money to lay down
Booo
And then you peed right by the door
Grabbed

I'm Mo

Project Pat

Layin' da Smack Down

2002

Yea mane I heard the nigga been talking real bad about me mane

for real?

nigga sayin he gonna kill me

he gonna kill ya

he gonna get me, when he

me, and niggas just envy
I stop sipping on Remy, and you niggas gossip like Wendy
Get cut up like a butcher, I ain't talking bout Benny
And if money

seventy seven
First Bunker Hill then we bust down in Yorktown
Once a mustard seed now we running this whole town

Hear the silversmith his name is Paul

Riding round my city in tha quarter ton
Sunroof open looking up
Smoke is clearing venting out
What I see
Weak ass niggas in my town
Imma keep it real