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(RJ on the beat) judging by my wrist (wrist)
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you

You ride or die for the money

Matchstick keeping the block lit like Christmas Eve
And my guns made outta ice cause they make ya freezy
And I treat

chale welcome to the future 
This be F.O.K.N cfrica 
New world order 
The year be 23 
cfrican united into 1 territory 
Free trade 
Gun bullets r now

[Host:]

Tonight I'm standing on highway 666

Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck



[Mr. Lil One]

Stimulated by the slow track, I think I

Mother Amerikkka

Fashawn

Mother Amerikkka

2016

want eye on the law
Thinkin' if they kill us one by one—problem resolved
I might get Willie Lynch'd for this rhyme
A pinch with some time, my face

Houdini the god
I know that you saw all that shit from the gate
By the way that I been ripping these bars
H.N letter I to the C
Yeah that's what you call

the
Sorcera spell 
I can see your overwhelmed by my flank manoeuvres
cttack from the bank with my tanks and rugers.
I know I don't mean real ones
Just verbal

should inspect the deck
Cause I know Ive been scarred
By the fake and the fraudulent
Made it through the maze of mistakes and my arguments
Punks had me

should inspect the deck
Cause I know Ive been scarred
By the fake and the fraudulent
Made it through the maze of mistakes and my arguments
Punks had me

the missile in
See my feet you best be kissing them
Victorious flow I just piss n win
All these rubbers need the Michelin
She calling me first I know it's a win

brothers and me.

Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give you a full cannon ball,
cannon ball,

Diddy bop
Now he talkin to the pigs man I knew you was cop

You can tell by the way that I dress, my dreads fresh
Young nigha smoke so much so I gotta be

never stoppin
Yeah im poppin
Bitch i'm poppin up
Blastin like a rocket
Nigga stop it
You ain't stoppin nun
Head ass don't need nun
Kickin my feet up
Bitch

no concern!

And what about your heart,
Do you feel it right now?
It’s like you dropped it once
Shot by a million guns

Take my body nice girl

I have

Yeah
Vossay and fookboi
Alright
Cause i
Never gave a fuck about a hater
Or the diamonds and the paper
I'm a motherfucking saber
With my fangs on your

Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

[Yung Joc]
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by

out ain’t taking no loses I can’t let em see me slip
Nigga having smoke I get it done boy
Strip a nigga hold his ass at gun point
Nigga saying shit but

I used to count dat paper by Hand til they cramping 
Recounted twice all night 
That's what I call vamping
Workers got paid all my Shooters bought

time had to be the same
Caught up in the minor things koz I thought it mattered in a major way.
Even when I bought a bag of pick'n'mix I would take my

my mama went to prayin on me

no stress, chain only thing weighin’ on me

seen niggas fall n ain’t never shook back 

I put myself on and I ain’t never

and sisters
No respect for anyone no regrets 'cause of where we from
Then fishing switching up for digits
We'll do anything, shoot any gun buy anything, sell

money
E is for enterobacterium because I'm pathogen
F is for females, cause I came out of one of them
G is for guns, cause I got 2 of 'em
H is for hammy

to swing
Remember when we were
Everything
But as the flowers begin to die
And as I let you pass me by
I left you tethered in my mind

And who's to know if I

whom I'll never shall see'n more
But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in