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I like it cuz you cuz you cuz you know I'm a fiend
Andre three k flow on the beat
Andre the giant if you step to me
Run up get done up fucking with me

look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by

can't see that
Negative vibes I gotta step a couple feet back
Niggas wanna call me I act like I ain't peep that
Peep what you feed them and peep what they

of fallen angels
Their shackled souls fry before my feet
Punishing pre-corpse mutilation
By my gallery of grinding guillotines
Murder all who pass through

"Tight Rope"

1st Verse

People asking me where I been  /I say I ain't know that I left I'm still ride or die for my set /YJC yeah that's who I rep

[Intro]
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

[Verse 1: CEEFOE]
The brodie used to ride by my side and keep quiet
Always thought he paid no mind

Accommodate plant the seeds upon my family tree
Annihilate the weeds and by all means I'll never branch out and leave

Three deep in the cut give it up

ever worried
Y'all stay wit at least a 3
O y'all forever Curry
I'm usually only one
But see, it ain't ever blurry
They come within six feet
I'll get

Dead Body Disposal

Kool G Rap

The Pre-Kill, Vol. 2

2012

In hacking up ya meat
Let's talk about that!

[Brick Top from Snatch]

[Verse 3]
There's more choices to choose kid
Bury the corpse in the ground, bury

she don't want your speech
I'm puttin' the icebergs, don't care bout fee
She can't leave without me, no more than a feet
I'm choosin' them wisely, only

he made my plate, I said my grace
Ok they see me by the bay
When I trap stay discreet, go to school to play the field, dropping out to play the streets

the pocket
I don't even pull that bitch out my coat
I ain't no stepper
I'm gone stomp
Two feet on they throat
And your hoe can't keep her mind off me
She know

feet, out the window of his suv
Pulled over n yelled at me
He asked angrily were you talking shit bout me

Thought I'm not fake like that snake sitting

a second
Just give me one second
Three, two, one, and
Boom!
You weren't expecting that, were you? I hope you weren't expecting that
Kev bless the mic like

to get it nigga relax
Kick yo feet up put yo seat back
Smoke up on another weed pack
Wavy king I'm bout to be that

All eyes on me
They be watching me work

spirit gone make me float
Baptized and my feet went first
Repping Jesus till i hit that dirt
I needed hope in my days i never thought that i would pray

(hook) 
Theres a hint of lavender on me
Every time i smell it it reminds me of a time when i
Was trying hard to be the thing you want to be
But

on)
Three hundred in the bag, this a week worth
(Check it)
I been doin' all this steppin', bitch
My feet hurt
Randy Johnson, throw the bag at you
You

first
Ain't no debate, Han Solo with the blaster shit
Like Steve Kerr from three, I'm that accurate
Me, my girl, and moola make for triple trouble
We make

my... face... glass... all up... in my... seat
Not a... drop of... blood on me got out standing on my feet 
Said, thank you to the Lord He said
Come

with me
Yeah, she give me the brain with that college degree
Man, I pop a perc thirty, now I'm shootin' from the three
Yeah, she talkin' on my name, but

recurrence

My mentals merge; its cyclical

But it revamps its own thesis, Reaching

The premium blend in the communion



[Verse 3: Rasul]

Follow me beyond

business suits
That talk and walk on human feet
And visit doctors, have weak knees

Oh please let me join your cult
I'll paint my face in your colors
We'll

a two two three
Flawless diamonds spent like twenty- thousand all you see is glee
Money calling, word from li Shawty, got no time for me
Trap jumping,