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storm, you ain't seen what I seen
I set up behind the scenes, writer, producer, I direct everything
Busting them 50's, lightyear that kitty, my city's

Can't take shit for granted these niggas too slime
Came to Atlanta I followed the signs
Took 95 south leaving Maryland behind
Since 15, I did what's

see? The message is bottled in
Them phonies get dropped by the King Soloman
If it's lonely at the top, call me King solemn-man
No ponies in the drop,

my friend
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson, might go thriller, might go menace
My play villain, they keep talkin
I put points up by the minute
Flick

work get you dropped By a FEIN
Brody be trippin when he off the Es
I take you OUT ain't talking no DATE
I get em GONE not leaving ah TRACE
Three five in

fifty states probably serving forty
Working on the last ten no big hurry
You can ask attorneys how I add the Birdies
When you swimming with your school
In

She said rain on me, I said gladly Drop your addy, I be by Malone anyway
Let's get jazzy, exactly I'm a dog like Scooby, but the man like Shaggy
I

the one sucking in the back of vans (Pause)
This nigga subbing in back of the vans
Witchy, but uwu like madoka magika
Made her friend, go proof like

This is zero niner fifty eleven
Forty-five forty-seven
Shout out to tall the ugly people tuning in
You're listening to outer space radio frequencies

on blue yeah,
Drop and gimmie 50
Like you was a troop,
Smoke the doja, thought I told ya, nigga I be on the moon
Love it when you move the hips,

plane ticket
So I got her a Greyhound ticket for like $50
Then she packing her bags to come see me
And I'm looking for some B&B's so we can have some

to be on fifty seventh street
Right by the Rolex store get the green two four thirty three balling Kobe Kareem
Still run it up on a day when it rain
She

need all henny, C need all fifties
I need a bitch to know that I'ma need all bitches I really be annoyed by all of the fraud fiction
Niggas falling off,

Ou kno it's different 
Jumping in the Bentley - moving 
Blew a hunnit 50 - blew it
Got my brothers with me 
When you run city 
It ain't nothing

Triple-M, that's big cap
(Big cap)
I´m a Fly Young Nigga, like I'm on First Class
She gone get lost in my sauce, she gone need a map
If Jay on the beat, It's

hoes
Begging just to be mine Nigga
Resurrect me right out of the crypt
Point this 50 Cal aim it right up at your fuckin bitch
Wig split dropping bodies

Time with you got me fucking so high
When we rob, I'll have the badest
Bitch by my side

Fuck a nine to five
When we could rob a nigga anytime
And dash

Yeah
I'm back in my mode
It's 8:50, February 18th my Goddaughter's birthday
Yeah
I'm in the living room nigga
Ducking the critics and all

I'm "too much" and you "can't deal with it no more" (More)
I do not wan' go to hell, please
Do you take me for a fool? (Fool)
Take me for a fifty chance

the therapy
That I put you in, because no body really cares to see
While you talking to your therapist, I'm getting sucked on by your bitch
She's not used

beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound

live and die by the motto, let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer

Iron Galaxy

Cannibal Ox

Def Jux Presents...

2001

NY 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack head
DTs operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
Black kids locked away, add

for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you