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head
Mm here we go again man I'm off my meds
It's seven fifty-seven so it's time to take flight
I'll have a fly ass track by the end of the night
I'm

Sleeping with da pistol By my head
Draw quick and hit em in his chromosome
Mama crying cause he didn't
Make it home dat night
Better watch what you say round

Wait (wait)

Money jumpin out da safe (safe)

Drop da top right off da wraith (wraith) 

Keep on playin catch a case (case) 

We just chillin ain’t

blowing the finest of gods Lettuce 
Lets take over da world and Make hoes Jealous 
Baby we do whatever like Whenever 
We get high and we soar off the Sky

in everybody head though
Keep a whole bean
Like senzu pinto
Keep a whole beam
Might end you pronto
Smokin on green
Wit grabba fronto
Fuck da police
I'm

What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where

Break 'Em off Somethin' Proper

MC Hammer

The Funky Headhunter

1994

tried to diss me
You missed me
Chill G, for real G
Man you niggas kill me
Tryin to knock me off the top
Yo there's no contest, G, in the market
You

gang all percussion
Lift off lift off mafucka set it off lift off lift off
Lift off lift off I'm da mafucken boss lift off lift off

Motivated by

from wateva i seen
If i catch another nigga i'm erasing the scene, yea
Blowed dat nigga head like confetti
We took his body to da church n den we had

family gone ) 

Nigga I got money put uh bag on top ya head & get ya family gone
 (get em gone) 

Bitch we devils with da chrome we gone break into his

fuck you on top of da wip And when we get back to da crib
Blow a wood while you strip Bring yo ass over here let me Show you how it feel
Got me gripping

curar

Nadie como tú, tú
Pero como yo, yo
De seguro que no encontrarás otra
Aunque digas que, que puedas olvidarme
¿Cómo vas a borrar mis besos de

head off 
I belong in fuckin head office 

Shordy read my star chart 
Said we on da same path, 

Phat stacks of cash n white ash 
We jus laugh, jus

thoughts is Running in my mind like what its Gonna take to be
The best I'm mean My quality is honestly in quantity And off top shit I bleed da west
I done

of bounds
Use ta trap da exotics got it off by ounce
Time ta run it up dnt care da amount
Wanna be gifty do u even amount
Eye fa eye dats even amount
Finna

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

we riding, we die for JB
Got shot by a dyke, that can never be me
You know my nеighbor [?]
Them Flockas be flockin', sweep you off your feet
We got

I'm a seven eleven , three sixty-five
In da GT with the top back
Stop dat
If you ever doubted the artistry, honestly, I'm in the top batch
And da second

can see the top
I hope they get the bigger picture, I don't want the picture cropped
When you live by the sword, you gon' die by the sword
They just

nigga)
we we rise to the top
the shit will never stop
we love hip hop motherfucker

Chorus: 
""K Chrys""

Everybody put them L's up  .... You rockin wit da

man we move in silence

ahh

pass off the mic lets get it going n*gga
u see how that lb fam be flowing n*gga  ( we flowing n*gga)
we we rise to the top

a reverend 
Handle business 
Time is money 
Get it by da hour minute second 
Wasn't focused on no school work 
But in life i learned my lessons 
Know dat ima

damn face for trynna be a snitch
Catch you out just like a mouse and treat yo head like a insent
July da 4th yo block we gone try to tear the damn street

Dead Bodies

Prodigy

Compton King

2008

get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...