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Filleting corpses and you all wanna watch
Y'all talk but let's really go throw hands
I'm done playin' better get with the program
Death to the king dethroned

ain't beefin' with no nigga wearin' no cape, hero ass nigga
He be tryin' to save, all the hoes that done got hit by the gang
You a lame, mayday
Pull up

and fifty degrees up in the oven
I'm bad bad super bad just like McLovin
I'mma need the names of the people who said I wasn't
But chill, Seuss just chill

nothing wrong with me I like being dolo
I ain't tripping over hoes bro
Cuz I got plenty
Lately my heart been empty
Bitch you know you dead wrong
I'm just

I'm racing
Fuck all them niggas who trapped in the basement
Ain't movin' adjacent
I get to replacin'
I set my team up
Like a mother fuckin' patriot
You

take from your plate
I remind me of Eazy-E, You remind me of 50 Tyson
I've been nicer than who you admire
I feel like SYRE
I smith all up on a beat

fashion
Everything I do I do it with passion 
Who would thought I make millions in rapping 
Got two incomes I ain’t taking no lost  
Get ah nigga touched by

go on licks with me
By myself, go and zip me a nigga
Hеll naw, niggas can't step with me
No shootin' back, nigga, we shoot first
No dеfense, nigga, all

Been made an M, could've bought a Bugatti
Them just some cap-ass niggas who 'flodging
And it ain't no way, I ain't talking 'bout Jose, fifty-five with

Move Around

Mannie Fresh

The Heart of tha Streetz, Vol. 2

2006

(Buh buh buh buh bip)
Along with Fresh

[Raps]
If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang

coffin door
I'll outstretch a friendly hand to Death and let him know
"You're at least six minutes and fifty-seven seconds late, man"

But honestly I'm

The cops are coming so imma shout up theirs
I'm making music you could've had just bought ears
Instead of sending money to dummies who wipe tears
Off

I could tell by the stench in it (mmm)
Popped it open, man, I swear he had the Grinch in it (I hate you Whos)
What could I handle was the question
No

I could tell by the stench in it (mmm)
Popped it open, man, I swear he had the Grinch in it (I hate you Whos)
What could I handle was the question
No

on the floor
They say revenge is a dish best served cold
But I didn’t expect this bitch to be this bold

My girl is on her back but who the fuck is that?!
With

broke
40 With the 50 on it
Nigga that's a drum roll
It's 1 am i'm tryna get it in she's like come home
I just smoked a eighth to the face now my lungs

thought is the rising action in the plot tearing
Through the landscape downgrading all you come across

Minim li zing
I'm devising by rhyming
And eye Visine

like boxing
How I stuck & move
Fuck up a hot girl summer
By the end of June
If you broke it’s your fault
You don’t get excused
Fucked his hoe & told

Pouring down raining on the scars of war
50 really  wasnt kidding, when it rains it pours
If Im in love you then what's mine is yours
I can reallly

just getting started
Huh this year imma show you man
Why I say im artist
I am the hardest

To touch this mic really
Gonna show you man
Who I'm really

three star, drawers say P.R
You know whose these are, girl, what's up?
I'm in Hollywood, walkin' with a dip
So your ex get cropped if he ever in

fail Dirty transmission

Shit be hitting Its in the mail Play the 50, die in city
They up in that jail Shit get gritty, ain't no pity
Who that there? I

this bitch
It's time to talk platnum
Pull out my pants first fuck some manners
Bitch you gotta manage
You can mix the twentys with the fiftys
Imma count

the strip in Vegas, with 50 bucks to play
I chose the 2, he chose the 7, but two times 4 came our way

We looked at each other, no words exchanged
A silent