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get many men dead (brrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (go)
I-T-S-U-S around the globe, think all these niggas

reign dead
Mi nah brain beg
She clears head like pain meds
Ain’t no rain check
She stays wet under umbrella
Homie too sick, if shoe fits, you Cinderella

em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap

to stitch it,
The old men's dead and gone with like two simple incisions,
Call it what you want i'm a king that's on a mission,
Ten toes on the grave of a man

by the gun you die by the gun
That's the life you choose to live but you can't outrun
This shit ain't for fun, it's best that you don't ever slack
If

Can't really talk, I need a check
Can't really talk, fuck up a chick I'm gettin' drilled, watch how I flex
I'm goin' up, shout out my ex I'm tryna fuck,

I didn't talk
All I did was lay
See I'm
Mentally lit
O' so gone
But I gotta another one lit
Clocked in
On a job
But I could
Be hitting licks
It be yo

upon me that's many men
50 cents you won't drive by mini van me
I spoke to your bitch said minute man you
I tend to spin blocks like ceiling fans uh
Bad

complaints if someone pays for me take my ass south
Highway 1 to Gastown
I-5 till I hit the 101
I have to drive aggressive while I'm playing 50 Cent
I'm

pimp like I'm fifty cent
They don't want to see me win they want me dead many men
Bro pulled up on me in the big whip spinning rims
I'm only nineteen but

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

Now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks, 
Official Lost Boyz since the year of 86 
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,

[witchdoctor]
Million dollars for a hit man
Hit man, hit man
Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise

[cool breeze]
What if your re-up was in this

of the head
Cos when I'm through with you
You gonna wish you were dead
And I won't say sorry for what I have said
No apologies nigga
I don't give a shit
And if

dead weight and we started to win had to look at our pockets and started to Win
Had a few l's ima take on the chin if I could double back it won't happen

'bout them field wars
If a nigga talk reckless, the steel blowin'
Fifty plus shots how we ride in the Raq
Shootin' semis, that's how we react
Couldn't be

That Jake already bent
Yeah I keep plenty clips
For those that want me dead
Like many men
Too many voices in my head
Wish I could water board this gin

of a 5 a day
Living life the higher way
Could have 50 Cents in my bank account and I'd still be Savage
21
Gimme a Token ill Busta Rhyme guarantee I'd still

by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I

Let's have sex with strangers in the men's room
We could do it and not get caught
Burn down the house where the metal kids live
All the Hendrix

words like I got a tornado hit in my head

If my brain was dead, like I write it myself with a letter for pencil
Half stencil, math in the same class
Like

like 50 Cent
Cuz' we ain't making no love
I'm into making the sex
Soft up in the crock pot
clways trippin' off pot
If I ain't gettin' top-top
I'm nuttin'

Glow Up (Lyrics)

Written By D.I.O.

They love reminiscing, 
Talk about the distance that they met but now it's missing
Think about the s*** you say

don't kill me make me stronger 
I take a bite for my hunger  
Surrounded by them Anacondas 
The scheme in their eyes got me wondered 
If my 40 is cocked

Curtis Jackson
50
Let’s go
Many men many men
Need to be looking out for me
I’m taking it all
With a grin like the Grinch
If any want rap beef
I’m bringing