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Good Dope

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now [Surped Up and Screwed]

2003

off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch,

Somethin' bout the tires grindin' gravel underneath
Accompany the beats, rhythms sweep me off my feets
Rippin' round ridin' rockin' rhymes n' rollin' Rubrake

OFF TITANIUM NAILS AND SKILLETS! OCTAVE HIGH TECH, DAB RITE, SAVE MEEEEEEEEE
Had to duck down my bosses walking by
Forgot to clock in on time
They keep

Give me the bread from the clout
I need a beach by my house
I can't run with a cat or a mouse
I'm stingy with a dab and a pounce
Back talk always come

steady tripping 
Now by any means im living 
Whatever I start imma finish 
Breaking records like im Guinness
Niggas know I'm a menace 
Call me up and I can

Step out my cage and right into my haze and I'm
Rippin' out pages from talkin' insane cuz I'm tryna refrain from explaining 'em
Walkin' back in

Hard work in a hot kitchen skillet
Communication
Say medication chemical
Say illegal mother nature brought it to y all
Charged with freedom 
Denied by

play you pussy

Might throw em off the edge if you ever try to push me
Cause I'm too close to the, too close to the edge
Fuck the world then break

Bruce Lee flow like the watuh mista miagi drinkin, at the door I'll knock
S'me heisenberg, don't go off jis cuz y'didn't like ha I talk
New highs are

em' beef
Am too focused getting Ps
Get the Scene
Shake it up
It's well-received
By the realest check the Fee
Rep Chicago overSeas
Sleeping on me they

suicide by any means
Hate the man I've grown to be, 
Reflection in tha mirror..
 (Shut the lights off, blindfold, make it disappear..)
Now tell me is you

right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't

can't come near it, fear it
Run for the hills get off the dillz split the mills
My name's Everlast, I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills
I get cheap

And she give me head like a Durag
Skirt off da lot, bitch I just copped I new jag
Been ina da kitchen, you know dat I do dat
Been on da block, like

all hoes in the '90s 
The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me 
'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat, 
And my sawed-off pump in

about his soul never being free
Catch me while I'm dead  asleep

Gotta make it home that's by any means
Soaring towards the throat that's by anymeans

my face)
Keep the bands on me
(She make it shake)
If you talking money
(We can conversate)
Feel the moment can’t feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my

clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky

Spark the izm, my expertism, is

and black
I really do what I rap
Lookin' for me, wrong move you gon' run into straps
We got like, infinite gats
So brody just spray and spray, take em' off

silent, talking nothing something too much
surprise me with some wisdom, bout how you bet the system, or hard large livin, with your power off grid
I'like

throat, I dare ya to cough
Taking swings at ya head like I'm playing golf
Keep playing wit me, you must be a little off
Think Gov's got a temper, wait till

Conflict

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude

Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit
Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith

me neck, her face, I make a mess on
She said it’s all Gucci while I put my belt on
Ima Big dog that you can never pet on
Artillery Rippin' ANY vest you

True Fuschnick

Fu-Schnickens

True Fuschnick

1992

it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run come follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon huminahumina I'm not done
Me-oh-me oh my hello hello hi