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hear my name. Understood? Cause I'm the General. HEY?! You betta watch yo' tone. It only takes one word from E to have War Goin' On! What's going on?

I'm forever solid
(Surrounded by sheep) I'm still a lion
(This not meant for the weak)Ain't nobody hiding
(All my niggas gon' eat) We ain't have no

away cause you never know

I see straight through you like telescope
Yo favorite rappa a wrestler Chris Jericho
I was down on my luck but I had betta

kizzy
Tryna make my og proud but I ain't penny
That's no kizzy
Boy you betta stand yo ground when you against me
Or jus run from me
Ian even have no pipe

off a O
You betta stay smooth cause my young niggas on go
Yea, imma yardie, but shout outs to my Zoes
Yea, she a Thotty, but that really not my hoe
Imma

Skys the limit betta yet no limit and we hea
Mathrew 10:26 dats why i have no fear 
Bitch its levels to dis shit lets get this shit clear
My team keep

there by ya side
And that fuck me up and have me thinkin' what do loyalty mean
Cause I'll die in front my peoples, for my love I ones I bleed
I be ready

you see me on racks I'm like a hanger
Danger is real watch yo mouth when you speak to me
Starved by myself
You think you finna eat wimme
Yo shoes

the recipe
Cause that money ain't waitin' for nobody
So much mud, it done turnt me cold-hearted
Big steppa, but I ain't yo gotti yea I did it by myself, I

on a jet
Really I don’t want my people to stress
Gimme some options I wanna invest
Pay all these loans so I get out this debt
Spend all the bread just

An I get betta
Tilimook chedda 
But they don't get the line
Handicap access 
They don't get a line
Sticking to my rhymes 
So I pull up an I'm fine
I'm

70 Bars

Lloyd Banks

Money in Da Bank, Vol. 4 [Bonus Tracks]

2006

in the truck
You butt, so chill or ima have to fuck you up for real
Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood

Friday

Fatal

In the Line of Fire

1998

that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill

em scared of me
No alphabet gang but I been an fed Boyz
I been stacking my change and ain’t have to beg for it
I started with ounces had to move it up

black and Filipino 
It’s the mobb Joe Pesci nigga Alpicino 
Fucking with a made man bitch you on the blade damn 
My bitch fuck with jetsons yo bitch fuck

Destiny

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

Problems steady killin me, gotta get some ends in my vicinity
I'm in it deep, reep when I'm smashin on yo homies
I didn't want to do it, me and my baby

the murda man (Mmm murda man)
Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm)
Man I can’t have no children wit that bitch slip on a trojan
All this old bread in my

And i dont really need yo text right now, dont act like you checkin up on me
Cuz I can do bad on my lonely, cant have no one around me thats phony
Can you

put my trust in you coulda swore on my life that you was gone make a way you was Gone come through You was supposed to be my boo yo love had a curfew

of jewels on me, burr
Niggas trying to be my new homies, curve
Trust will get you dust or lined up by a herd, damn bitch
Over bread he go to paper,

speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,

of buzz the shit that sound like locust
To the haters I'm Cicada territorial like bettas conquer everything by force 
Like Lord Vader a real one since