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broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya

Computer, I'm tryna be Mr. Chips
Gettin' grip off of spittin' that shit
Cause can't another man in this vicinity get with me
Scram, your punk ass should live

And the viewing of your rides
This is where I take my shotgun
And draw the Florida-Georgia line
Don't take that step, it might be
A trap, you might get burnt
You

That Would Be Me

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

would be me!

[Verse 2]
Yo', Yo'
You want to be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
No

Now

Negativland

Guns

1992

a moment,
Please
Something has happened in the motorcade route, st
And by, please.
"There's the prisoner... you have anything to say in your defense?"

talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too

[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four

ain't even that pretty tho
Ass wide and flat like a Vizio, but she arch it good and it jiggle slow
Ian the one to be dissing bro, I'll pop up in your city

more will I just get by 
I'm pushing like I shared the pain of going into labor 
Been him when mr Roger was a neighbor 
Slide through the circle city

a dragon
Never worn hats in Atlanta, so you know I'm never cappin'
If I ever want some tea, I'll probably hit up a Jasmine
I keep a fine B, no, my honey

but I really love them triple B's
Make a new genre call it KYPE
K-Y-P don't forget the E
Shawty think she know me 'cause she follow me on IG
But I done

to where you can't speak
And Rozay will give a sober man 2 left feet
Another henny on the rocks, and I'll be okay
If you give me another shot of the E

Frontline

Culture VI

Elite

2004

doin'?
Throw some spit on the tip of the spliff prevent the canoeing
Culture VI introducin' I'll take care of the lyrics you handle the producin'
Let's be

up and go
Put it in my bag, get up and go

双手抱头 蹲下 不然被我爆个头
Kneel down with your hands up or I'll blow your head off

我把作品变为富二代们离不开的dope
My songs are

Yuh, real Rx yuh
Real Rx

Walk in this bitch like Lil B
On the perc pill and a lil E
I slid in this bitch like a Martian
This a Audi, I'm not walkin'

money (Yupp yupp)
I'll run in your house and turn you to a grouch
Cause I also take couch money (I also take couch money)
I've always been bout money

depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that

be in the millions

Kaelen's back on hah you thought I left
Imma stay on top like I'm sitting on a Treble clef
I'll Whip you punks like I'm

Who are you? Mr. Owl, the bird brain
Firmament is the limit, so peep game
Your body is containment for a no-name

Got my compass and my sundial,

to be if you're like me and crave brutality 
I've been to California by way of Tijuana
Them pinche loco gueros out there farming marijuana 
I smoked about

be grateful, ‘cause the auditory’s tasteful
I waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful
Of that great pull, you gon’ learn but this ain’t school

Kept

Eyedea & Abilities

E&A

2004

rap slowly homey, no regard for what's ill
Still I hope you're not the nicest of your teammates
I'm your worst nightmare, you like a whack emcees dream

make her dance No Juicy
But I'm so fresh it look like they juiced me
F.L.Y. til I D.I.E.
Balling by my lonely in my own league
Run it like the Point

kids
But I ain't Voldemort
Rappers scared to say my name
They know
When I'm holdin' court
I'm thorough
In this soldier's sport
And talent
Can't be sold

on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?

They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I