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some real gangster shit now

I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know

a fuck get some chicken too
Big general he think he moving shit who the fuck is you
Bitch
Aint with the weird shit keep it far from me
I had to beat

me

A tisk-it a task-it
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that sh-
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than

discraceful you should be ashamed
Your bars are on sane to me they are lame
Mine are despised by you people who say
I know what hes saying they're more than

The Drop

Viktor Vaughn

Vaudeville Villain

2003

the garage wall

With the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
And the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist
You saw his face? so who next to get they

to fit in the Bentley (yeah)
Tied with the Gs, that's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check, show these niggas how to hustle step by step

Jesus not what I'm bout
You could raise your glicky I'm on fifty
And God gon rain it down
Who's gon win a satan child or a milli child?
Christ done put

rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh so innocent but flows so billigant
My spit games like a 44 killin' shit
Know your man warm but the young

to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants 
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance 
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men 
Sell shares

the fuck is you?
Not the nigga with five bitches
Sittin' in the coupe

Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and
I'm feeling like a Jackson
Five, I'm balling,

me by the hour, I'd still cough up every cent to this
Infact this life could pass me by you'd find me grindin in the next wit this
Now I practicing my

YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE

heres my dick for your mouth fit it all
Imma text message your a lose call
I wouldn't poke you with a pool ball attached to the cue
I throw 50cent at this

You Don't Know

Eminem

Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

Shady! Yeah
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it? You know,

DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your

say they got
Ya' back to the end
But in Reality
They don't want you to win
I be so high
But so low (Solo)
I ride with my pistol
By my side dolo
Watch

Making you dumber than a fucking door knob
Avalanche they brains with white shit
That's a snow job
Discovered by little shorties
While stealing forties

chance
Just like a sniper
Yeah this life will pass by ya
Then you die a fire that went out 'fore it could go aspire
To be higher than the highest of skies

I'm a die trying to get rich like 50 cent
Could have bought a foreign, but instead I bought a brick
When I was on my dick, them bitches wouldn't give

out on me
Well I care but you know I chose it, I married you
I'll deal with it
He didn't choose this
Do you love who you sleep with?
Every night I go

Ninja on the flow so I chop the beat
Talk about me I won't eat your beef
I don't trust niggas who snitch like bitches snitch on my hood
You gonna get

me
And you know it ain't a party unless i got the hendawg in me
Didn't know i had yo braud with me
Damn it's a small city
I want my money by Monday

Why, why, you ever ask why
A king with no crown is just another guy
If you wanna be royal, but your hands in the sky
Gotta rep the name that reserves

the root of all evil
Im coming with the knowledge for my little ones growing up
Living rough doing anything to make you tough
This day of age its all about