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and on to the next
Got all of this gold on my body
Snatching the mic is a hobby
Found me a grip at the bottom
Going I told em be back by the morning
Speak up, cuz the,
with him
I want you to think about me child
And I want you to stay in my heart
Yeah
I don't wanna let you go
No no no baby
Our love
Love love is strong
though? If the Bible's false or true
Matter of fact for your answer that let me caution you
Don't play with epistemology homie we need absolutes
If
sentence I jot
AY, don't give a fuck what you think
It's suicide if you step in my ring
I got the clique at my back
Wave a stick on attack
Hit like sulong,
dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
Throw me a reindeer John letter party
campus (Big mannn Big mannn)
I'm with my clique, my posse and got yo bitch on voisie'
She let me me stroke like a kanji, but I don't bust in that nanni
I
the Roxy my style
Don't copy been dead, Yung Mutt just a proxy
Approximately the posse autopsy was sloppy
Lacing my blunt with epoxy
No way Jose one way
the muthafucking face like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering
Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal
So a punk like you can't fuck with me
That big ballin'-ass nigga named King Tee
You think ya can? I don't
said with no heso' and stopped
Just to be blocked by the words
He did mock to say
This is the mission of the day
In fact! It's the mission
This is
"Fuck Haystak," they don't say that when they see me
No, because in reality I'm bigger than on TV
Rolexes don't tick they glide, you can run, you just
Can't stay on beat
I should give you a flow chart
You ain't like me
I take off from a cold start
You riding D, tryna take my gold star
Your shit be weak
my briefs
been off the top
& I think I loss my head peace
riding in the buckets w/ the 9 piece
ain't really w/ the violence BUT don't try me
necklace
Strappy better than the best is
Conversating with a leftist
She was calling me a sexist
Cause I give these women no attention
Super addicted
Patience is a virtue, that I do not posses
I've waited here for you, but I have no time left
I have come too far to lose like this again
But I don't
what I'm doing
I'm not even suing them
Party til I die
And there is no reason why
I can't see through all the smoke
I can hardly even drive
I don't trust
And proceed to give you more of what you like
This message has been brought to you by
The makers of "The way we swing"
And the underground talkhowyalike posse
drowning in your ocean
I can't come up for air
With no one else
I don't know what it is
About you
But it's something about that glow
In your eyes for me
Girl
at peace when they stalking me
Local mystery hoes finding me
Outta poverty but it follows me
And Of course I got piece give 'em all of it
Look into my eyes
really be capping
I could tell you bout the time the judge ain't give me no bail
I could tell you bout the time I couldn't get me no mail
I could tell you
quiet as church mice
Get the gas face like Serch and Pete Nice
I gotta buck like Simeon Rice
Roll your deuce n' give me them dice
Gambling like going
and watch your ass melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop
And let me get it straight, don't give a fuck about a five-o
Cause I live on the edge like every nigga
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I
that I direct
Sucker
[ VERSE 3: The E (& DJ Boss) ]
Give it up, bro, don't try to play me (don't try to play me)
You might be a lotta things but
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