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King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her

the best
At the critical moment proved-impotent

Bitch you guessed it
Seen it comin'
When I stuck my thumb in
Simultaneously Lookin' for the fame I see

You

the best live act/
talk about riots and suggest you try that/
Pressure apply that, the album go buy that/
the system go fight that (why?) Where ya eyes at?/

down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall

How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under

So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

As if it's her album
Fine with me, might as well be
May have to retitle
If she keep on track on this track three
The B-side is
Likely to make me consider

invading my privacy just to get on a show
Well i'm choking out his wife with shower curtains and her own clothes
Hoes
Bend over and touch your toes
I'm gunna

that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)

(Going back to The Matrix)

I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by

eatin' sick
And G's leakin', believe me
Defeat demons, see weepin
No competition, I'm the best in this bitch

With a Mexican chick, I'll be sexin' her

matters
I mean well, I'm only working just to better y'all
My methods ain't the best but it's hurting if I ain't get involved
My skin forever blessed with

overall, 
Niggas seasick yo girl rock the boat hand on my balls, 
In my defense I ain't even know she ain't disclose all the sequences just took off her

to those who listen best
The struggle continues
The power is in you
I got all my issues
But l'mo never rest
So what happens next
I'mo pull up to the strip

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

six figures
Niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash
But I'm feeling her lips
That slut

Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah

uh
Pacing myself 'cause I'm chasing the day
Got places to work on my hands
Showed her the me and the dream
It seems so lucid but I understand

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah,

Cash That I Got

Swishahouse All-Stars

Day Hell Broke Loose, Vol. 2 [Bonus Chopped CD]

2001

and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her

caught in my lines was a sickly syndrome
And when it's hunger time, best believe that I'mma eat
Either it's gon' be a she, or she gonna have to give me

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

the way I
Rhyme so I’m sendin' in
The best of the best
No never the less I never digress
I just keep it moving
Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
We finally