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shit that we really dont speak on
Bitch I'm really lit we just dont gotta speak on it
He got it you could tell right away by the way he walking
These

Yeah this one of them ones, you wanna turn the f*** up
In Actuality
Say you got beef? Ima chop it like a butcher
you see me on a gram upin chicken in

horse
Throat sore voice turning coarse, ay yuh
Bring in the hearse
Kablam
Plip plop, dick flop
Show me that fat rump
Orange as pres trump
Get me that

Yo I'll expose the bogus code so long as you extol the prose
Of those emotionally controlled by lower urges in their souls
It's so atrocious, my

plus I’m getting head  first and I’m getting top last / my code be glitching hit the alt button then I by pass/ think you buying heat nope you niggaz be

a tentar largar o full time
Job e lhe fazer um drive by
Pegar um whip yeah Kunta style slave
Desse filho da puta white

Toda a minha life tava à espera disto

She Does It Best

God-Des

Reality

2005

clothes
Strictly triple 5 soul
I turned to Fat Joe and told him that my flow was more tight
Than the thongs in San Francisco's video

(Its the G-O-D

Uh, uh, yeah
You got Black Pope in the building
Representing for the Inland Empire from California
You got Serenity representing

In the building for

a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (It's got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter

shit on my torso, it's right by my side Createin' drama, nigga would never expose Like a pimp, suppin' all you niggas with hoes Trans the phone, pussy

gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex

even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he

, yeah)

Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater

It's like 1 am, you know what I mean?
Lunch Crew shit '012, 2012
Thanks A Redd ah (My nigga Caasi, turn up)
I'm super comfortable yeah

Uh (Uh) ,

I'm a caricature
I'm very mature
I'm lying impulsively; arrogant, sure
In my prime, you're lucky I'm wearing a shirt
Talking—yeah I'm always talking
I'm

like I just been hit by cupid
Because I’m so in love feeling like I’m hooked on drugs shorty I just want a hug a kiss a lick and then a rub 
Tell me what

the sight of the fat ass but
I'm on my own shit, ahead of my time
Going platinum next century
When they look back at my rhymes yeah
Punchlines like Chapelle
I

Stepping stones come along the way, and your boy keep on mounting
Crawling through the valleys, climbing over mountains
Tryna kill a man, hating by

Yeah... ahh ahh ahh ahhh… Ooohhh... Its great... bitch
Ride shotgun but I drove, money so long it don't fold
Old school had to put it on fours, ride

WILL
IT’S TOO HARD TOO HEAR!
DR. STONE
OUR CASE IS GONNA BE MOVED!

  WILL
CAN I CALL YA BACK?

  DR. STONE
CAN YOU BE HERE BY TWO?

  WILL
Yeah, yeah

your wife in your nose
Sellin' me every shit like I'm Joe

Raised by them birds, bitch, I seen them crows
Every sixteen, I spit it same as coke
You can

they might think I'm a hoe
And I don't care what they think, but imma slang this bitch till I go
On G O
GI Joe
I ain't take the lead yet, but I'm close

Uh
Ooo
You niggas and bitches ain't nearing me
Can't even come close
Ha Ha Ha
He do what I want
By the snap of my finger
I'm Thanos
Ta Da Da
A gang

people say I gotta watch my tongue
Revenge that kid with a dirty k
Head shot once no sun today
Drive by shot no chik fil A
Draco got not damn relay
Tell my