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Drama

GZA

Words from the Genius

1990

the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues?
About you can't

I'm giving out hella damages
They don't know the cost of the damages
My niggas stay handling shit
I'm surrounded by bosses
We ain't taking no losses
We

's cause'
Them Xan's tastin' sour
Muddy pinky up, I'm embarrassed
Eating chowder pay me by the hour
Ten bands, two of em', I don't smoke a sour
Exotic like

He call on his bro when it's time for the smoke
So he won't let it blow
Aye, did it all on my own
I don't owe them shit
Ten minutes to hit
Hell nah,

before he play
cause on God, I'm steppin' Think I'm with the yoga gang, the way that

We stretched em For my son, I stand on ten, that boy, there

pull-up on
Lamb truck fast SRT
Fuck up the school get a bag goodbye
I'm in the trap, both of em
I'm in a lamb, high way shit
Go to the top where I always

soul
Every line I stand on em' ten toes
Never been a ho, just was fuckin' for to know
Every minute, every second, I'm the one, my n***a
Fuckin' up

out em
You probably at the gal I'm posted up by the fountain
You don't fuck with the kid but you know everything about him
I said it's me and AJE 
SMD

can't go to hell cause I'm a resident that's livin in it
I been heaven sent by Jesus ima god in the flesh
Lighting up some Cheeba feeling a car hit my

to make in the land of snakes
Feel like I'm being held by restraints so let's get away
To the island of resolution it's no illusion when we start

from the game I been in a drought
But you looking like you got it that's without a doubt
Take our problems to the gym we gon work 'em out
No letting go

possession but I got 'em squinting
They threaten my life, but I'm out here, I'm living
I spray with the flow to the dome in this bitch (Yeah)
This shit really

for him they pouring liq
While I'm out boolin in atlanta
Shootin 30 clips (Bap Bap)
Back in the couve
Watch all these ops get flipped

Crookie lined em

come out her clothes just by starin' at me
Take a smell baby, it's Burberry London
Ain't no parlayin' with no bitch it's either over or under
Everywhere

where you stand
Sold a nigga a key of sand
Thought that I was his man
A project nigga, get it out the mud
Got it out the pan i'll be damned if I'm not

3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things

Classic Limited Edition

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

village
The illest in this game of code killas
Break handcuffs then I rock'em like a braclet
Clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit
The first

to the internet
Get up off my dick, pussy
Mad 'cause I'm real and you can't spit
Ain't a rapper turned target out
There I couldn't hit

I'm a black jack dealer

to see sumn shake when I hit from the back
Grip her head put her face in my lap
I be the one
I need my hoe by the 2 threesome me you and you
Fox 45 I'ma

left him red, that shit all on his skin like he got inked by Rell
Shawty bad and she a ten, so shit, I want her for the week
She text my phone, she say

playin, then it's over

I'm servin' gas, I'm by the border
This bitch bother, but I ignore her
They steady hating on a nigga, but they 3x older

Perfect

that's how I get by
Just kidding I got some
Moola in the bank
10 bucks to be exact
Now that's something I can thank, yo
Soundcloud Standards
Still on Apple

some advice



It don’t really matter if it don’t increase the revenue 

Pussy poppin bitches have em trickin on da avenue

Da gon get my money it don’t

man, I give it to you sensually
Life's just a game, but the clock run out eventually
So shoot your shot, you tryna score, girl I can get you a three
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