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at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track 
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast 
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t

and tell her I ain't fucking with her period
'Cause this shit here get serious and I ain't fucking with you serious
Took the Glock, walk down on that boy, I

She so freaky, when she tryna eat me, told me, hold Her head
You ain't pop the killer you niggas soft, that boy Alive, and well
But I ain't gonna lie,

gon keep them bleeding
She say boy it's hard to read you
I can't tell if you demon
Souls trapped up in my forty
When I squeeze I hear em screaming
Slept

bought the pain
Hoppin' out the hooptie sayin'
What up Blood, that's my Folkz, fuck it Cuz, pop his throat
Now I'm in juvie I'm losing yeah a nigga mind

the game most these faggots don’t have a brain 
Gotta wait for some one to tell ‘em they all the same 
Ain’t trynna share yo name till you already made

dripping like soy sauce
So you don't wanna fuck with the boys
Cause we got the toys and we grew up in the noise
My life is controlled by the chaos
And I

I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I been sippin' dirty Sprite up
Out the double cup i got two bitches on me
They playing double dutch
Boy

be the set
Pop a lil' oxy, I be at my best
I could have pulled in this shit with a jet,
I couldn't stand em putting niggas to rest
I'm really out my

Ayy, I do this shit for my crew
Go against us, get put on the news
Solid niggas all around me are solid niggas
Boy, don't try me, I fire at niggas
I pop

We're gonna get it in right now y'all
Niggas know uh huh what it is

I'm not a duffle bag boy but a suitcase man
With documents inside to make you

Antman hit me with the loop
So I hit 'em with a quick bowl of supe
(Supe supe supe)
Rollin' with Snacky in the coupe
And we with an all bad bitch

5 will buy you a hublo,
Steppin stay on my toes still afloat but no I ain’t bragging,
Never no lie to tell I ain’t cappin,
Ain’t heard me say shit if

blocks we bust em
We aint stopping for naan
Gotta stick to the plan
Tell pop to bring the gauge right next to the fan
And Im a find a place for us to chill

Mismosh

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

people, Mexicans, Muslims
I hate apple pie and the beach boys, but Big Oil I love em
I love forcing my religion on atheists that hate god
I hate killing

it's just in me
Before I'll snitch, I'll tell 'em I'm guilty
Ayy i whip pussy, feel like Uncle Willy
That ho hopped on top
Told the bitch pop a wheelie

Check, check yeah
One-two, one-two here we go
DOOM so happy i got through
Tell me it's not true
That you got fuckin' deported
Talk about retarded
I

ask you tell em you're riding with PrayzzZ

Riding with PrayzzZ

See I'm kinda like a Big Deal (yeah)

These days I don't even have to pay for meals

EBK we don’t duck no smoke
Shank in my hand i might stab and your ass getting poked
Yall ninjas be moving to close
Tell your bitch she can’t handel

'em by the flocko
Cheese, please, where the nachos, dumbo?

Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money,

G-Slide (Tour Bus)

Lil' Mama

How She Move

2008

If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em Lil Mama

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x3]
You can

I’m tired of catching L's like a fever
I’m tryna change this Tazz into a Beamer
Pop a bottle on a island with a diva
She said she want some more I'ma

Firing Squad

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

select, and now our shit is bumpin' loud.
Firing Squad, back on the case.
To school ya, turnin' more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra.
BOOYAH! Do

College

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go