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smell the p**** on they mouth
Swear I ran at least a dub no cap up in the drought
And I brought 3 cars in less than 6 months now
Aint selling by the gram

a baby with no job so She trick
I know a nigga bangin 5 in middle school he Was a crip

If a nigga touch my dog I'ma kill the whole City John Wick
Stop

Remember Benjamin Franklin or John Prine
Abraham Lincoln or this cousin of mine
They all made an honest living
Working for the U.S. Mail

For Pony

Be Someone - by Crank Up The Silence
Written by Leif Edvard Måsvær
Produced by John Edward Ross

Vers1

Life kicked me in the face

Swept the rug

Quik Is the Name

DJ Quik

Quik Is the Name

1991

of neck bones, we'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother like the Quik is gettin' wired up
You know my offbeat style is flowin' all the while
I'm

(B.o.B)]
Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayn
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man
I ain't really wanna make you

"If you put a bunch of rappers with their notebooks against
Ynot and Common Sense, they will be lynched"

The Late Show! (And you don't stop!)
Common

VERSE 2 STYLES P 

I know you heard of me (Ghost) niggas refer me 
as 'Mr Lay-em Down' or put his ass up in surgery 
get your gas-mask: Fame, Billy & Ras

Outro [Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water]

Limp Bizkit

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water

2000

me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you

I'll tell you what's good bitch
My whole team is
If I got a whole lie
I break it into pieces
Let's all roll up OG
Just makes me feel more G
Somewhere

do cheap tricks to get chicks 
I just stand by my word (word) full attention 
And still get attention 
And still it should be noted 
They all

T
Gimme some gimme that
R E S P E C T
Don't you ever fuck with me
R E S P E C T
Gimme some gimme that
R E S P E C T
Show me some ore die with me

Respect
Up

the heat Dwayne 
I might jus rock my Gucci shades 
The sun getting closer everyday
I’m cultured up, I got my braids
P**sy nigga don’t hate, jus go get paid
I

of neck bones, we'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother like the Quik is gettin' wired up
You know my offbeat style is flowin' all the while
I'm

Stock
Uh, bEEfstocK, new identity, my enemies wanna keep me in the little leagues
Up to bat but I give em the boot like Sicily, politely disagree

need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete

move outta place cause real bosses don’t show they faces 
Sit back eat up a steak and wait on the notification 
Y’all got it all wrong 
Problems

night
She said automatic what you toat? Automatic
A 45, automatic
Gave me pussy on the first night
She said automatic

With that strap, call me John Wayne

up on me like an ordinary twitch

Funny as hell, like a John Hughes flick
This shit never goes by the plan Woke up and I feel like the man
I just got

Who that in the driveway bitch it's $osa
We master the p nigga no limit soldiers
We done seen murder
Its no limit
It's no fucking limit when you out

That's right, uh, recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland, open up ya' doors

I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce but I'm

My Direction

Wiley

Godfather

2017

pays off, yeah, don, I know
Sold-out tours, yeah, come to a show
If you ain't got the right P, the answer's no
Didn't see you on Rinse, didn't see you

Run it up 
I take a blunt to my head though...still here with the same guys and ill steal the show..no klepto. and we ont need no balenciagas, no