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pull up, he waiting on his pay pay
Realized I left my wallet on my dresser by my spray spray
He, noticed my facial expression, he said no way way
You do

check the oil and the recap treads
Little rock-and-roller on the radio, you're gonna miss your boys but it's time to go

Put eighteen hours on eighteen

leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, getting shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids

the last one
Identity, from you to me to you
There are no second chances, there are no do-overs
From you to me to you
That's all we can ever really hope for

to spread awareness before I do it with a pair of fists
Niggas blaspheme, rain wrath on the heretics
They by having swag but they raps is embarrassing
Racks

ring, just like Radio Raheem, love or hate?
This man don't respect me, I can tell that from his shake
It ain't a thing, it don't hardly irk me
No need

Always 
Lookin for the stars see the moon
Text me when you know it's true
Now I'm balling either way like Foefoe
Miss my baby  
Unless you got informants

It's Sprisal
Popito on the beat

If you don’t know me
You don’t know nobody
You don’t know nobody
If you no sabi Orezi
You don’t know nobody
You

I’ll do my best to be loved by you miss
But god please help me with all that shit
She wants a man with a car oh my god
But i’m a little broke boy sending

on my Radio, in my wild days getting sideways
My Mama always told me son, I’ll be praying for you
And I know somehow the man upstairs 
He’s gonna get you

you're not entertained
By illusions that hop in ya brain
Focus
So out of focus
You don't even notice stops on the train
But that's highly profane
Nothing

game made me
On the front page magazine, no label
Industry don't want him cause the nigga's too gangsta
Probably never heard him on ya radio station

NYC Where I'm From

Tony Yayo

Bulletproof Radio

2007

to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)

Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo

Speed by we might crash yo city
Felines me i love some kitty
These rhymes they go silly
So fye, She might think i'm witty
Dont mind me i'm up i'm spinning

I'm the nonchalant kid spitting nonstop
Let me take you on an excursion
Just to see gashes, not even a surgeon
Couldn't even surge in

It's crazy how

Tell me everything you never thought you'd say to anybody else
I'll take you to the place I always go
When I wanna be by myself, yeah

We can

to entertain
so why the hell you hating me

You think it's easy and overnight we became
stars on TV
we put our backs into this hands dirty and our elbows greasy

for it
Lotta rappers want cash forever, gotta put more than your words towards it
Lotta rappers they sleep on me, I'll tuck you in the shirt formal

You ain't got this type of style
Got me spittin like I'm Daffy
Watch the crowd going wild
And I'm shooting like I'm kobe
Snap a picture with the coby

or richy, Richard
I don't give a fuck, I'm straight ambitious

Let's go
Ima hit ya slow
You don't wanna fuck with me
I say you go, you go, yea
You know whats

You're now listening to Camp Vamps Radio, bitch

Sippin' blood like I'm a vampire
Taste like codeine, drippin' on me
Masquerade now where's

geniuses out there
That feel like you, not heard and not understood by the world
We know how you feel
Yeah
They call me crazy but I just see ahead
They call

invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…

What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me

living life
It amazes me how time can pass you by
When you living life
How was I to know she was only fooling around?
Just fooling around

I said nah nah