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and it's far from dictated by the moon
Step between me and what I do
And I'll show you what's a mood
Then name is the same as the attitude
With no way

(Blow, you dont even know)
The gyal dem know, i'm no average joe
Tell me why you pressed?
I fucked bad girl, with a tight white dress
She say pull up, I

Lyrically, I’m 6 feet I'm
23 MJ on the beat I'm
Stronger, faster by design
I’m a Lambo, you’re a Nissan
I’m the big bad wolf, no peace sign
Gonna give these

run it by me Y G got a Z ain't from NYC 

If two close to me is a myth who's close ain't chose the beef it just is
One bro turn hoe to me he ain't shit

and clothes
Attracted to hoes
I'm doing some shit that she don't even knows

Got a problem? I can handle these things
My g always with a knife like it's lord

back, do ya thing I got it
Ya do ya thing I got it, I'm just trying to get it to home plate
Cause girl you so fine on the worst day
Eat it and beat it in

too Need this too
You see me go, tempting me to stay in this party
So now we got this feels on queue Oh

With the beat so cold
Joggling, pass, like that

125 Pennies for Your Thoughts

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge

it
Love ya peers but look above if you looking to worship
She think ill jump through all these hoops girl this ain't the circus
Hurt people hurt people

to call me holy man but when I rap I'm like a demon
And when I'm spittin on the mic it's like you won't even believe it
We got JUGGIN on the beat and we be

where the sex be
But you know that ain't free
And your girl she wanna text me she asking pretty please
Cause she know that I'm the G
And my niggas in

melting pot
If you want a top spot to go for a visit
Well now you know why I wrote these lyrics... Bitch

Yeah STA, STA
Ther
e's no place quite like St

pray for the niggas that I once knew, that I never prey upon the niggas that I once knew
Some of this was luck true you ain't with it fuck you
If I was

a delivery a package or a payment
And if you try to play him, he'll put you to the pavement 
But me I like America because it lacks morality 
The perfect place

2 Many Bitches

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

begging me to drive over,
And beat it up properly
I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime
Cause there's oh so many bitches,
And there's oh so little time

this is (Nope)
Imma flow right around a politician (True)
Ever steady grind, bitch you know I'm on a mission (Mission)
Imma blow a whole pound of sour

Don't Be Mad

DJ Green Lantern

I Produced That

2008

havin' problems trying to tame your chick

And I know it makes you sick, see me in the six
With your chick bumpin' my shit singing high pitched
She on her

that I'm
Coastin'
Damn girl, like, like can we chill?
I mean, I see that ass on you like, girl
Is it real?
Well you should gon' bend it over
Smokin'

basketball like every other black person in america
But, I can act
I know how to go to that true spot in myself cause I'm there everyday
I can be me, I can be

I never really met her
I kept it G ain't no way you getting better
I put the car into gear
I be speeding down the interstate
Beat that pussy like

it chill, I just try to keep it coolie
I'm so high I don't know the altitude, yeah
Drugs in my system and I'm feeling kinda loopy

Brand new whip but I

Moscato by the bottle, pescado, yeah
Palm trees uh, warm breeze, yeah
Miami Beach, celebrities blowing G's to say they did it, OMG
Before you know it, they

I hop up on the beat, I spit heat, these niggas peep
Catch me dripping to the T like my tea, E to the G
Protect my energy bitch I keep it neat, just

Callin me fake we she harbor my lance
Ridin the beat know I'm takin my chance
Feelin it now know I'm makin you dance
Wait, pull to the gate
Pippin