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Hmm
Why you niggas trippin' on me I ain't even gon' lie
It's J Will on the mic
Vontae Osama activated
And you know JWil
Who activated?
Vontae Osama

big pape'
But ain't got ten G's?
Slidin' late night with yo' bitch
She on the side of me
I was finna hit, I ain't gon' lie
She ain't the type for me
All

or on my jet
This that highlife, you're my highlight

Come and talk to me, I feel like Jodeci
Impressive girl, yo body snatched
It's a robbery, can tell you

winning give a fuck about a hater
Ain't nobody help me so don't ask me for no favors
I don't lie
Babygirl you is so fine
I swear I fall in love when I look

l'envie)

Je ne sais pas si Ray Charles a vu son succès
Akhi le temps passe et les artistes se succèdent
Moi, je me suis imposé dans le monde du hip-hop

You already know what’s happening, let me get back to this
They’ve been listening, but then the temporal lobes got a damage,
They’re never hearing

face, tellin' stories
When they lie on they dick while I get cake
Live like a cookin Beat tape
Like that old school shit that
He used to make
Yo from

hate it when they lie

Ain't tryna make it by
I'm tryna touch the sky
Youngest winning in this shit so they ask me why
Did I drop another hit, like I'm

want to run
Bad energy stay from me
Fake niggas make me uncomfortable
Go tell 'dem boy deh step aside
Can't you see the gangsters by my side?
Why's

(Shredded on the track, yo)

Slyšel jsem tolik keců
Že prej na zem dopadneš
Býváme dole, vždycky se z toho nějak dostanem
Pošli mi alimenty, ať máme

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

up
Yellin flame on when I pull up
Passin the torch
Cuz she wanna see how it's lit up
She on her knees cuz my body is holy
They say they with me, but

Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human

Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful 
Talk cheap

like $20 in my pocket Mami
You want some water ice, nah? I can't buy dinner
I'd be a lie if I said I ain't wanna vibe with ya

By your side just so I can

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Souls on Ice

1997

, the thug in me
Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
You lil clown ass nigga walkin in bozo shoes
While my niggas out here doin hits, makin

to get back to my God and the gospel
When everyone says its unknown.

Yo

Born in a world full of people
Corrupted so easily none of then know.

Huh?

Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to College
I'm tryna make me something
I'm tryna make me something 

Now class get your pens and your

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Hustletown Mobbin

were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17

NoLove been on top and I ain’t got shit to lie about
This shit for Steve, Allen, and Treze, they the ones I’ll die about
U try to front me outta anything,

know you doubted me

Cause I remember being broke though
And I ain’t even have a place to go
Inknation told me “Yo I got you bro”
“We’ll turn da’ crib

Uh
First date
Met up in the parking lot
Mid spring you was still looking awfully hot
You got in and stole my heart on the spot
Didn't even shoot yo

draining me physically
I'm not a prophet
But see through the nonsense
Load up my problems
Put that to yo noggin
Blowing they minds
I'm a mental bin laden
Not

alone, cause now I’m in my zone
Lie awake at night, sometimes I wonder
Maybe she was right, maybe I loved her
For you I would die, for me you just nag
I

lanes
Man, he's insane

Yo, yo, yo
It ain't a thing to get up in and let it bang
On anybody who thinking they 'bout to make a name
Off of me
It is already