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ain't got nothing to do with me
Ima show you how to love like I got a double cup screaming ymcmb p*ssy monster
And I don't give a f*ck about your man

existence will blemish
I done stuck to the p code
Been betrayed by some hoes
So my heart is relentless
I done sent the addy
Still ain't pulled up
Just a bunch

Pass the Courvosier

INoA 'OLe

Uncut

2005

to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

We get dough in all land

and jumping right up on the cover
I'm the monster in this movie, yall should run and duck for cover 
Ducking suckers like a busted pinata gone be my motto
Gotta

crack
This that murder murder music to rewind you back
Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw

for what
I came from nothing, see me grinding, ain’t no dent in my heart
I’m just so numb, can’t have no fun
My P.O watching me
Police be stalking me
My

Forgetting they vision blurry
Man who you bout heal
By getting yaself killed
Unless you really a demon
Then Satan go head redeem em
Infrared scope red beam em

lights was coming
When I die man they gone remember me hundred years
But I can't die until I run up bout a hundred M's
Lost so many niggas a hundred times

to ride
She just giving me net like a tie
She giving me neck like a tie
And that G-Star to my drip, every time I walk by
I put that shit on so she know that

that

My bitch is doing a Xanax, disrespect me, I never forget that
Do this shit by myself, they don't get that, Fuck that, you wana meet where y tech

lyin

Next bitch try to set me up
I swear that bitch gon' die
Never lackin
My bro keep a Glock right by the side

Put my trust in G-Lock
Cause that bitch

writer since Hov on 'em
Now that's Nirvana, Dave Grohl
On 'em, the man, the music
To making a king, the crown
The heir to the throne on him

Neighborhood P

we're in it for the long run the ride's rough 
We were young and we barely understood 
What it's like to have a kid man it's scarey but it's good 
Ever

Def Wish

Compton's Most Wanted

Straight Checkn 'Em

1991

trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry MC's never seen this. 
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
cause while Compton's

Try to challenge this, we could fight G
I rep my shit, head up, dead up
What up? Get wet up or cut up
Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?

I'm not

desperate
Won't even hold a convo if it ain't about a stack
Pushing P, nah I'm pushing M's, baby I'm a Mack
Burning tires on the scat, trying to run a four

Motherfucker
Day by day
I escort niggas straight to their grave
I got so much drive
Like Bandana P I'm a miracle
Here to rescue Hip-Hop from the grimy label

I'm him
He aint me
He aint G
He aint P
I told her I like how she walk
She told me she love how I talk
My fits something like fashion week in New York

speak
But I won't say his name, they gon' say I'ma tweak
Sdot Go, boy need to stop
You ain't never did shit on my block
Got spanked by the G

at the table, my family can eat Gotta stay on my shit, they depend on me
Used to be a young thug in these streets Now, I keep a gun or I'm pushin' P
Dedicated

N9ne was killing the wordplay
While Red and Meth taught me how to blaze
I would run 'em up with Busta Bust
Turned up in my fucking truck and spit like

to keep it P, we gangsta, bitch, we keep it G
Mova know we in the streets, tryna make it in the industry
Soon as I had build a name, that's when I started

true to the name, yea its the pak
This evidence so evidently we back
You hear houl, then attack
Your suffering just begins up in the den
I smother paper

double E-P I kreep like Jack The Ripper
Insane aside from tripping all I do
Is think about shit
Like what if Kurt Cobain was
Murdered by the Love bitch