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fade was a Caesar you try to diss I'ma get destuctive walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off yo Play see
nigga back in school Fucked my teacher at Vo Tech (at Vo Tech) Don't give no fuck about no ho Nod off quick and I slow text (fast) Can't just say you
little lambs looking up at me I was a Twin Cities trash bin I did everything they'd give me I'd jam it into my system She got me cornered by
the Refugee Camp! Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp! And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low From Madina up to Y.O. El Capitan
licken Then we top it off with that gumbo Jam out to the sun rose Country life like corn rows Ain't no other place that I'd rather be With my sweet thang
u from I'll get ya head hot Couple bandz for a hit More for a plot Ain't the same nigga that you knew From the club Scream my name drive by you I
off it (woo), hot dog on it (woo) White Rolls boys, does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo) Porsche 918 (woo), frog eyes on it (woo) Pay all
the shocker Oh lord Tossed the rod change the whip then go duck off by a bitch for a couple of days Making sure the laws wasn't building up a case Dealing with
Yeah Purps on the beat, Purps on the beat From Cali to New Orleans And back The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot Come through, leave
You couldn't escape this music even if your name's Houdini Our tracks, they last for Life and don't disappear like a genie Communicating through
('Ccine) I told the truth, you thought I was lyin' Why you ain't never believe me? (Lyin') Poof, Alakazam, get out the jam, Harry Houdini It's a bull
I got you DJ Threat Jam Master Jay Big Pun B.I.G. And Free Shyne already We the Best I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida I go by the name
A Break I'm A Break Her, Off So Courageously, I Got Dem Bangin Drums, She Got Dem Alicia Keyes, Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat, Ooh Girl You Make Me Weak Like
never Post the notes of exotics Take you back to the tropics 'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets We rock this Slap you wit' the mo
Hey, yo guess who's bizack still hit a Crack him off loads Cocaine spit throat be the stove Stay running on these tracks and The mic be the soles Be
Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick
rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
off-the-rack kind of a track You forced to rap, remember that? It's that You know where I'm at, there go the gat Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
of the question, stop the guessin it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got
Ah ah nothing but Head$hot$ Ah ah nothing but Head$hot$ Ah ah nothing but Head$hot$ Ah ah nothing but Head$hot$ I'm coming at you with some headshots
never knew the plot She was born off track Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice Hates love but she's been deep in twice Pars with hoes can't
never Post the notes of exotics Take you back to the tropics 'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets We rock this Slap you wit' the mo
'em hot tracks Aks'd him could he bark on the beat And spark Cali Villain not the cat you wanna meet In a dark alley
got me a lawyer who research off Ritalin Pure cocaine you can tell by the taste, fiend hit me up so you know ima whip a gram My last bitch used to be
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