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Go and post your ultra hd 4k pic of your fat ass
Your boyfriend is postin pics with guns, oh he's so bad ass
Under these pohotos there are some stupid

make this harder slat
Pinky ring hard and fat.
Meat link Jimmy Dean Raw with act
Ain’t finna be talking back
Now why you always starting that
I’m just

Last Drink

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone  it
Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw
Hard to the core, wild as a  boar
A lion like roar, forty day

grow fat
And I too have found it hard to sleep
When three corners of the square will weep
And one will laugh and buy and eat and drink 

CHORUS

haunt me
All the shit that boyz been through with it taught me
Fat Lucci bitch I'm one of one you can't bought me
Had my back way before I saw em bitch

have your wife, on her knees and teeth got sperm in

Bop by with my new CD, so my block's nice
Top flight, ready to explode like a blocked pipe
Spot

as the participants
Monopoly board of life requires ownership
So what you marching for just change the way yo spend your chips
The fat lady been sung when those laws

hard 
So tired
Surrounded by sad liars 
Worlds on great fire 
Insiders are outsiders
I try to speak 
My mouths wired 
I try to speak 
My mouths wired 
If

did me wrong
Too much pain built up so I had to make this song
I'm tryna make it
All these females wanna do is play around
She stole my heart
But then I

Big name, big bank, yeah I go hard
Fast whip, switching lanes, just like it's NASCAR
Tryna go to outer space, land right on Mars
But I'll just stick

you
Step one
Let's talk the facts
I was down bad, cold as fuck
And had no place to eat
So I got to it
Pocket's getting fat they look obese
I'm ah whack

(Oh!) We all know the world is full of chance and anarchy!
So, yes, it's true to life for characters to die randomly,
But newsflash: the genre's called

runnin From opps
I feel like a janitor i'm wiping yo Hood so my niggas bringing the Mop
But my niggas bringing the chops
We stay by the opps and we

On top of it, cah ya niggas are so Counterfeit
Buss you in the face and laugh for the fun Of it
Closed casket, the preacher ain't having
None of it

broke
Had so much potential
Never was I gang gang
I lived in the neighborhood
Momma got a new job
Daddy even actin' good
How do I navigate it without

okay if you say so
Getting pounds, getting euros, getting pesos
And we did it by ourselves with no major
And then we put our own people on the pay

okay if you say so
Getting pounds, getting euros, getting pesos
And we did it by ourselves with no major
And then we put our own people on the pay

it's no bee stinger
Rap on beats I ain't no singer
Guess I could learn
Kill every track so the heads start to turn
Light up a spliff and I'm watching it

Heavy on the lungs weed heavy on the scale
Im uh chief of my tribe
I gotta hit twice
Weed on uh mission medical condition
Measured by the gram
Youngins

hoe'd
My chop that bitch it loves to blow

Bitch I ain't come here
So I can tell the truth
She just wanna talk
This ain't no interview
What the fuck you

For Real
Doing this now?
Again Ok Ah shit
Let's do it Check it Ok
I'm so broke but I like a good poke
No joke pockets always empty can't afford

that bitch from the back, I make it clap
Ass so fat, I give her the slap, No you not gang, don't call me your slatt
Getting that money, I'm flipping them

to come to come

It was a small place in a small townwhere everybody knows everyoneAn old   fat woman doing the laundryand a mailman coming by every once in

The position he's in is probably hard to relate
God put me in the position to win
Steadily standing on 10 I be walking by fate
You know in the jungle it's lions