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rude babyTron, nowadays I'm only
Making boss moves yeah, I heard about you
You a pillow talking cornball
Get your ass out of Somerset
You can't afford

(M1 on the beat)
I stop rappin' and reoffended (uh)
You know when the trap needs mendin' (fixin')
Too much mix in the brizzy (brizzy) 
you know

clubs
Swear hurt when you gotta kill niggas you love
All the scriptures on my body, all this pain from life
All this pain running in my veins, only come

(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir,

is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club

All Hotties Eat the Jizz

Necro

Gory Days

You thought you're really dirty?
Now try some of this filth!

[Verse 1]
You got to douche your puss 'cause that shits stinky
My scum is screaming

stay talkin', I like to keep silent
In my department, it's only Spartans, we was raised violent
Told em' we not the same, cause I'm different than you
We

and I know that he ain't coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs we don't run it back
I swear it's hard to be a boss, I just lost Muscle, I feel

Lebanon 
He one of them hood niggas that keep up the Same energy
He close enough to hear the cries in his sleep
Just copped a new strap and told me ‘by any

switching sides
Claim you only switching lanes
Yea I Stay spitting that knowledge
But my flow spit insane
Do my thang, So quit acting tough
I probably hit

me!!

What up tho

Y'all call me whatever you want 

Just don't call me late for dinner

cin't no regular guy 

ct the club I stay litty

Make a rack out

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Turf War Syndrome

2006

The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]

I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go

Sub told me go harder
I'm the hardest here
Never doubting why I'm on this earth
Or when it's my year
Brick by brick
The empire this the foundation
You

black
Drink on my shirt no cap
I'm at the club gone off the liquor and drugs
I fell in love with the plug
Back in my ways like the old Shaq
Before I met

Einstein, I'm gettin' brain in a rocket ship
PTX the label and I built this shit brick by brick

You can find out all about my life if you start listenin
If

beat, I make it mine if I wish
I know you haters heated by my recent success
Just breathe and accept
They'll never be a reason to stress you anymore

Mach five
Stop by
See what I've been working on
You know the location my vocation is a work of art
Paint it
Pastels hang aloft
The fancy fireplaces

I chill at home I pass on clubs 
Trying to get this money right my dollar bills not looking right 
It's just enough to make it by but damn I'm trying

crazy
Young turn niggas only makin' all the impact

Talk about the bag, yeah, you know I'm finna get that
Took loose change and it turned into big racks

Yeah
Take this as you please
Alright

I been working so hard, my life drivin' like autonomous
Ain't nobody round the city ever ride as hard as us

I need my racks and my
Dope hoe you already know
Pull up on race and I'm fast
And I cannot go slow
Stack up my money flex up
On you bitches real

again

Snuck back of the club with the pole again

Me and my niggas we bout it 

Yeah you know we valid 

Have the party to crowded 

Toss yo ho like

I feel old
I don't like yo flavor baby you to bold
These bitches only want a nigga that they can control
It was shit that happened I never told