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clip let your back get blown
They can't fuck with me i got my own
I don't care about no shit you on
Im rocking tho and popping tho
You need some more i

like a mystery you might call it blues clues
And no I don't have sympathy
I see my opps then I dump the clips
They out of luck they scream for fear
It's

on trips while taking more rips
Designer it drips
I empty all clips
Taking your bitch and I wont give her back
I beat that shit up while she calling me dad
I

'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up

to prove i'm thugging I don't think that i was clear
Watching two twins booty bouncing in the rear
We would match with groupies but wont do a thing
If we

a little bit of action she proceeds to drop that explicit content come to the senses reveal the real in a panorama span like a movie clip moving quick

Here to remind you like Souvenir
Left you in the dust, see you in the rear
Think you safe but like Loba I just reappear
How I get in here

Niggas

forreal they some frauds, 


I put it in her rear end, 
She get rear ended,
I was lit for new year 
Before da year ended, 

They wanna get me on a song,

coming with no Benjamin's
You can't let them in
When I hear all the things flow through my ears yea
Not as close as it seem look through my rear view
It's

The homie been trippin he off a bean
Choppa bussin at Yo back it's fucking up your rear
Clips longer than Vince Carter's career
Yea we made it rain but ain't

the camera
I did in my city what
Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance
Them bad days wasn't for us (Nah)
Still hood
Roach clips

All For One

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

On file is a style, that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip
To Mic-a-delphia I go for self and still be slamming

No fear I am here I swear I'm
Gon' fuck the game up from the rear, pause
No bullshit I'm in the booth with a fully loaded clip
And my bullets don't

Legacy
Dad got some felonies
Pep like assemblies
Yah
Ha
Your bars are wack and I know that you know it
Yah
Ay
I cut you open, you gon have to sew it
Yah
Ay

the man with the cannon
I'm blaming the whole clip
Now my pockets like the hips
Of Anna Nicole Smith
Why you mad about the camera? Cause flicks
Love my

quit that yappin like you poppin
I told her hit the road I ain't give her ass the option
Bronem rockin with a chop you got a stock clip
My momma told me

Masks, burners and some clips, money, candy and chips
Red substance falling thru tile cracks
Bang bang drip
Yelling put the cheddar in the bag
Slang slang

20/20

My vision 20/20 
See me rolling in a Bentley
I am a queen we not the same so there's no symmetry
But we all came for the same thing that's assembly

and salute me...pulling no punches I’m blunt and that’s it, this is my knowledge I call it my clips, this is my brain on the truth when I spit, drunk on them

blues
(What, shit, what, damn)
Stay with my dog, nigga, not a Shitzu (Damn)
And my dog stay with a pistol (Damn)
Play with my brother, nigga
We could clip

the stack?
Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back
Now I'm a dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse
The assembly for dismemberin' when I'm strapped

Conversation with a Bullet

Army of the Pharaohs

Heavy Lies the Crown [Clear Vinyl]

2014

multiple motherfuckers like loaves of fish
Gun cannon assembly from Terrordome broken clips
I just wrote so many rhymes I got a broken wrist
You ain't

(flaky)
And I dipped ‘cause you know
That I can’t slip (nope)
And now i’m focused on my salsa and my chips
(need it) and nah ion keep the clip
But broski

over there
But they don't want it over here
Cause I got forty on my hip
Thirty in the clip
I throw like twenty in your wheel
The other ten to twist your