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rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville

rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville

around shit. And most importantly this ain't on some bullshit. This ain't even on no M Preskitt shit. This is Mathew J Leal shit that I'm telling you

come
Innie Minnie Mini mo
Catch a cougar by the toe
Make her Hollar let her know
I'm drunk & I gotta go
Roll one up up I'm on my way
High on life & Mary

ticking tic tac gotta act now
Dummy J got me walking zig zags at her house
Treat her like the Za let me hit then pass around
Im saving you a seat till my

niggas envy me
Gas we got it by the p
28 for the whole thing
2 5 if you coppin' more then 3
2 flat once you move up to the teens
Without the j's no plays

Started from the bottom ya we started of with scraps 
If I had no father by now I'll b selling crack 
Just Yung black nigga tryna get the racks 
Gud

the ball 
My nigga for real 
I gotta go hard 
It's either that or be hungry and starve 
Can't do a chin up 
But yet I'm a winner 
Cause I make progression by

increase
You ain't gotta be in the streets
I'm the king of the sheets versace
Bathtub and jacuzzi by Fendi
Pocket full of enemies
I guess that's what I get

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

YOU SHOULD KNOW HIS NAME BY NOW
IF YOU DON’T, I'LL SPELL IT OUT FOR YA
IT GOES LIKE THIS J-E-S-U-S
HE IS MY LORD AND SAVIOUR
HE DIED A BRUTAL DEATH

you will be hopin' you'll get rich[00:50.52]Sippin' slowly on some liquor if you know me you know I'm no real alcoholic[00:53.93]Homie believe me I am

Story to Tell

Ja Rule

Belly [Clean]

1998

the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me?  J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they

Imma Put It on Her

Diddy

Promo Only: Urban Club (May 2009)

on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her

Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah

Took a wrong turn by leaving you
But I got a couple friends to help me see it through
I'll take you to the pinnacle where pain is only minimal
When we

feel like
I wanna tell the whole world about it
Your baby boy made it
Gotta let that little breezy breathe

You gotta let him breathe
You know what I'm

have mine
Niggas be dickeating
Just to get by
I get the teasing
Before I'm inside
Fuck getting even
We shooting the five
We can't believe him
He playing

nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you

the money 
We got mouths to feed 

Believe half of what you see 
And even less what you hear 
She say she love me 
So she tat me 
Then go creep with my

"Aye, you right homie
Matter fact I'm 'bout to blaze, take this plate
This chick by the bank say she need a slice homie
Have her take your number, tell

don't be greedy
Puff, puff, give away, to the left, okay, okay
In the circle? Gotta take. Getting skipped? No way
Don't hang around the stoners unless you

right by them, cause
They look up to me

It's Ray J Kuzy man
Live from m.s.a
With flows no blockages, am fluent as FTJ 
I move like Michael man, they move

It's Mikey J alright
Queen I hear you
Don't give up the fight
Man we killing ourselves
Can't you see the destruction we're living in hell
Blinded by

than Kane (uh)

Storms follow by rainbows no Six Vegas come armored like halo
Had women like J-Lo, (J-Lo)
I dance with the devil I'm leading the tango