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Gotti, dead in a ditch
We gon' visit his grave just to piss
Franky, Matt, spliff
S-so much ash, I could writе me a list (Grrah)
Like, so many dead in

My words more flyer than Neil Degrasse tyson
Excuse me while I roast all the people you take lycan

I used to fap lightly to Sofia Vergara and Tia

Ayo
Guess who's back
Alright alright
Quiet down, quiet down
The legend of Matt Bail is about to step to the mic

Matt Bail
Joey C
B Crowe
You know

There we go slaving away, opening 235 boxes a day
Take one breath and you can bet
You'll be met face-to-face with a thing we call grace
See, nobody knows

Judge by the Grace of God

Old man
I look into your eyes
What do I see? 
A lake of melting ice
The boots of yesterday, the dust of hostile distant

We done dis s*** before, why you cryin' for,

Break da law I make da law I pay da cost and make some more,
Pyrex cracked before it hit the floor,
You

Judge by the Grace of God

Old man
I look into your eyes
What do I see? 
A lake of melting ice
The boots of yesterday, the dust of hostile distant

we leave it

I don't need it, Left your mans down there deleted
They didn't trust me, I succeeded Now I'm up, I see them pleading
Ten a meal, you know

take out the trash
Tenderloin, Mash Potata, got all the Brusslesprouts
Fill ya belly, lounge around on the couch
Steady route, we burn up an ounce
To see

masses
I, Joshua Moon, will kill everyone and everything and there will be no more suffering Because there will be none to be had

What is it; Jarbo my

off
Feather weights had to dust you
Pit bull with no leash we can't trust you dog
We ain't even gon' discuss you
It's just bombs away in this

real Hip Hop"
C'est fait, c'est dit "We like to party!"
Et si tes hip hop pour des cuts
Ne m'demande pas d'royalties!

L'industrie est wack trop wack

It's All About the Benjamins

The Pioneer Creek Gang

#1 Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2

1998

watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit' gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch? We kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter

about a trifle ass crook
She was the love of my
life yeah well that's a joke
We got home early from
tour about a quarter to seven
After 6 months of hell I

We quick turn up like a jock at a party
Brothers fly as hell we like Matt and Jeff Hardy
Threw her ass the keys
Said it's already started
Fresh

a page in my journal
And you can't see the scars
'cause the pain was internal
Growin' up in the hood we
See the craziest things
Hustlas and ball players

it morey
You can't see its face
It's wearing a lampshade

Tokin' blunts smokin' runts
Better run gotta gun
Got your son I'm gon' have some fun
With

the women choosing
C-walking in that pussy , bicken back boolin
Stirring up confusion no pokemon move
Dancing wit my money bitch we tryna fusion
We wasn't

a loss to grieve
I'm no way Hosee more  Josh and Steve

Lord knows we used to get based like bitch niggaz
Lord knows crews wanted face and gripped triggers

I’ve known you for so many years
We share all of the same dreams and fears
It’s not complicated, just listen and see
What more could I ask for than being

banging from my chest! (Aye)

Rollie on your wrist, we don't need that
Trying to impress, and we see that
Don't know about me? I'ma tweak that
Show respect

We know you a bitch fuck what you talking bout
How you talking bout pape but bitch you still stay at your momma house
I be pimping hoes you think I

tell me "You The Best" not Khaled
If a nigga want smoke then I'm Redman
Shit really ain't no joke you's a dead man
If a nigga want smoke we the Taylor

Do you wanna see what behind the door leading to the deepest part of me?
What my music consists of
What inspires me and lifts me up when i'm down