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W mordę jeża
Gdzie on jest yo
Gdzie one są (taś taś taś taś)
Yo gdzie one są powiedz mi
Daj mi pióro ołówek długopis

Ej Saluto weź się utop
W ten

dealers
I do music they move yams, either way you're addicted
You play Teez and you dance, they help you get uplifted
So really they ain't no difference

be that nigga
If they got problems pray I'm yo witness
Aim at whoever
Yam at who flinching
Tie up who's crying like they should'a listened
Bro bro I

To keep some food off in da house
Turned fifteen and grew some nuts
Started running in out
Daddy was out here selling crack
Yo pops was smoking out a can

Yo baby put ma flow in your ears let ma words mesmerize you
I deliver the following bars in a tone that will excite you
Dear love of ma life,let me

niggas so broke he can't up a band (nah) bitch I move silent I creep stuck in yo yams like a P we up on yo ass like a flee (blrrrr) up in dat party wit

the worse seed
Engine got hella horse's, car fly by like light speed
I'm on yo ass did you go to class today
Got alumni on me she from 95'
I know she wanna

Y yo Shawn Storm
Before you corn dem, just warn dem

Hear wha' me a say nuh, you cyan bad me up
Sneakbo
Hear wha' me a say nuh, you cyan rough me up

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Up and down bouncing nigga yams and snickers (Yeah yeah)
Got the crew rolling deep
Going ham with strippers (We going HAM)

quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects

start by gettin' busy
Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on it, cash
And shit I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass
Bring my pipe

small talk
Knocking it out the ball park
2020 for the under dog
But im goin in like an all star
In and out like a drive by
Getting top in the drive thru
I

womu y3me saa nso me nkasa
Me Yeesu, naa never
Kick them all make I see yo fila
Sampson flow I go break that pillar
You for drop that yam, Joo you be

gunnin' at your spleen (Brr)
Yo, what the fuck you niggas mean?
How you think that you could
Fuck with the Machine?
HK with the green beam and the silencer

hush lil baby you don't gotta cry

I know this life is hard you just gotta try

Everyday steady workin we just gettin by

Skin brown with the curls yeah

heart gatto tat it on my skin yo
It's Fearless year so we here in concord
Taking the bull by the horn look we all gon' win bro

It's funny how they feel

and I need a fix of that purple rain
The type of shit that drives membranes insane
Oh yea I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body

Make that ass go
Wah

I can go wild this type of heat yo
Loaded up the clip, calibrate my pistol
I swear I won't miss, I'm the goat at the free throw

"hol' up"
Hadda' go tell the bit' "hol' up", yeah
Yeah, we taxin' the boy for the grams
Yeah, we in the trap, bitch, we cookin' up yams
Yeah bitch, I pull

I’m tryna push up
(Yo Lucas, you heard)
Like you know we da O’s
Like you know we da, grah, grah
Like you know we da
Grah, grah

Like you know we da

Rapper Gone Bad

Mac Dre

Rapper Gone Bad

1999

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got

We lit up and we don't need nobody
I got the base in the trunk of the car
And I serve up the city like Yo Gotti
These are Air Force 1s on me, not

(Oh GP) sliiime!
Huh, huh, Harlem, huh huh

Yo, I'm at the label with TECs out
Like I don't give a fuck
Make sure I'm the next out (Yes)
I come from

ain't bae
When I was down I couldn't get hey
But now they texting me I'm fake
Gotti gang until the death of me
We just a group of apes
And granny know her