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and they all go commando
Then we got pulled over by the 5-0
Fuck the Po-Po
I just turned around and said aight
You know where the coke go
Stuff it like

even making bank
I don't like knives but test me I might roll up with some shanks
Make you sagging lil niggas run while pulling up your pants
Never sold

the ramp
Cartel Pastrana ripping the track this is you getting smacked by the champ
My chain chomp
Amos Moses the way I hit his ass with a stomp
They think I

the fence
I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies
And names of the rappers I checked off my list
They say it's a track, it sound more like

grab ma jewels to fulfill it/
Flip ma finger  to that troubles thug mode all up in it/ah./
Success blood sweat tears we Gon get it/
It Don't matter where

but money, I’m macking my nigga

Nigga I hustle, 
Letting niggas know its ballers in Jerz,
I got money to eat, keep, money to splurge, 
I flip tracks

actually got Javon in the studio too
But it's different, ugh

Ugh!
Hold on, back on track
Told y'all fuck niggas run that back
Told that bih gon and run that

bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself

witness, like me out sitting on the bench, taking these notes, might sound far fetched, but I'm doing research for the war ahead, finna do a lil flip, hear

Young n**** stacking them digits
Been that n**** since a jit nah I ain't just get with it
Chillign with cuh n**** taught me how to flip it
Mane I

Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Treach

First Family 4 Life

1998

you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended, by

We Came to Rock Ya Body

Tha Dogg Pound, The Click

Boss Ballin', Vol. 2: The Mob Bosses

1998

Still get decisions 
Then I flip from Troy 
Hit the brownie tracks 
Smokes big with feds 
Low in hell stoke 
Got a game in back 
See I'm in with Bin

Cold World

M.O.P.

The Legends Underground, Vol. 5

2008

"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family) 
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."

Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy

Be Like That

Group Home

A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

Where my Bronx niggas at?

{Lil Dap}
Why it gotta be like that?
Niggas, don't act because he flip tracks
And broads don't know how to act
Chillin

hoes 
Put em on the track run train with my bros no love in my soul
Shout out my folks in the grove 
I'm on my way to the Nawf 
To fuck my lil bitch in

Eatin rich 
Fried fish 

Won't ever switch 
Don't trust a hoe 
Don't trust a bitch
Gon flip the switch 
From off to on 
On on the song 
I'm gon do it big

out in the jungle, armed robbery
Gimme that
Before that lil millie clap
This that boombap rap
I listen to Biggie tracks with my bottom bitch
The way I

don’t make a sound
Watch your step all these racks on the ground
I stand tall lil boy you a midget
Think it’s 'bout time you and the chopper get acquitted

Lord please save my soul
Wanna by your side I never leave you alone
Ain't nobody on my side they all left me alone
Hope that you gonna slide when

Watch your moves, analyze
Don't want no fake love by my side
Soaring higher than an eagle call me Miss America
Ass on panorama while I'm smiling

remember cruising in that lil Pontiac
Tryna get a stack
Tryna flip the pack like flap jacks
Fucking a gnat then I pass the hoe back
Keep yo hoe out my trap

could've held your daughter I wish I chilled with you inside of the City a lil longer and Stayed here for a while And reminisced about the shit we done went

by one
Terrified when she see's daddies truck pullin' up
He sees her, flips the fuck out, gets some shit from the truck out
Marches past, swings

nigga where's the love?
Guess I gotta kill them just because
Can't blame Lil scooter bug for treating this rap game like some mobster shit
Decimating