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I ain't normal,

My girl say I'm picky,

Who inexorable,

I bet u change for a switchy,

Grant tapped on da drum,

Like who want change for 50,

Pop

One could almost say that your brain is concerned
that you survive throughout this day
It's less concerned that you're a happy survivor
So by now, we

with some rosemary
Pouring up some Sprite and I'll mix it in some grenadine
Sweet nectar of angel spit, my god lips tasting heavenly
You're pushing

mileage
If I super liked you it was prolly a mistake
I'm starting to think they get intimidated by the brain
Y'all know how it get when life be going kinda

fantasies
If you don't get it by now
There ain't no fucking stopping me
NAH
Ain't no fucking stopping me
Ain't a force alive on this earth that can put a stop

Tazzo B only real niggas can sit with me
Bergen and Nostrand bitch you
Know the history
I cannot beef with a nigga that's snitching
Told on the gang,

This shit hurt you know I'm crazy you know
Yo Sick ha
I'm getting sick off all these meds I'm getting sick
[I'm getting sick off all these meds I'm

Baby Got Back

Old School Players

Party Rap Hits

2005

ladies (yeah) Ladies (yeah)
If you want to role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

Baby

don't let me out of your sight
Even though your thoughts been blocked 
I mix my martinis straight up with a twist of hemlock 
I drink Absolut vodka you

one round
To knock back yah brother
I'm a killer like no other
I can kill em wit words
Give em da bird
If we takin turns
You can get burnt like bird

rolling like dice
I shoot you on the bet
It feel like she jumped in the pool
She too wet
Hit from the back, bitch, give me that neck
I got 'em mad, they

with the tools
Hit your own face
Fake xans with the dinner plate
Leave your ass work on the innerstate
You can mix the Cali grape
With a real Memphis

making these raps be the talk of the town
If you coming up bitch we knocking you down
We’ll turn all your concerts to awkward encounters
We got all our

You been a ghost
Yea we heard smile
Where did you go
It's been a while 
Do you still flow
Any new songs
We gotta know 
I been a ghost
Writin these songs

Uh, you ready?
Yeaah
Vizzy

Mix up my Mocha, money the motive
The best part of waking up in the morning like it's Folgers
Check in the ATM,

on a beat like this
Gotta shout AJ cah that flow is his
Every other day I get stopped by CID's
Still mix Amnesia weed with cigs (the ammi smells)
This

on this nigga, when I'm done rapping, niggas gonna chicken out and never want beef
I don't do dirt but I got it out the mud, you can tell by the traction I

8th Samurai

Murs

F' Real

1997

shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick

the mix - lit
Red Bull can goes click - sip
Think I need my kidneys shifted
It's one less bump 'til I'm lifted
Peer pressure's a myth unless you a bitch

passing by with all these bypassers
Is this even the truth
I seen figures turn odd, deceiving the truth
Any talk better miss me from it
They say I spray

in this bitch
They say I'm crazy in this bitch 
I feel a Murder in the mix
So brought a choppah with the kits
And left a pistol with the kids
So they

of no-light
It’s actually same things
Whatever you like

Bizarre form of dark essence
Boiling mix of experience
It sparkling magick in itself
Pure shimmering

a report
Mix the molly with the xan, no need to sort
Then I go and sip that Lean by the quart
Vacation to the sky like a resort
Imma climb up to the top, I

all with no expectations to receive
You have your freedom to perceive, I have my mission to retrieve
All the knowledge I can while I roam this land