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daddy, he a busta
He wanna be like me but he ain't got no hustle
Baby, I'm the type of nigga get it off the muscle
And I like to tote them stones ain't

that gyal on the line?
What's that shine on your wrist?
Manaman ain't got time
Get a brick at six
Fuck around, have it gone by nine
That batty move

question, no question

Eh yo
Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk check
You know the status
Big carats, up in

Cut they face
A double "O" but I always ran with "trey"
Either 9 or they ate
I was signed by the apes
Different lines we would draw
All them bodies we

gotta keep a toaster

9 bodys
1 gun
0 witnesses over

Im a soldier im a ride for my guys til its over

Talk yo shit zay

I can not win from losing
I take

my name
I do what I love and I get this fame
I'm being different it isn't lame
I'm just saying chase your dreams 
Make sacrifices by all means
If you

my mind
Fit shot to the arm from a muthafuckin' tech 9
Kill kill, on a murder scene
Got niggas tweekin for my muthafuckin' shit like a dope fiend
I get

jak nadzieja jest ze mną na pewno
Wiare w niebo obudzi kobietom piękno
Rzuci jak ściewo byś wiedział czym piekło
Świadom że będą iść własną legendą

purchasing 9 verses of my verbal assertions, turning your words worthless
Tonedeff with Stronghold? That's like, Damn! No words to describe this
Even Bob

love her well bitch you is stupid
Oowee damn that lil bitch is a groupie
Slide dolo on my bully
No face no case got the knocks in my hoodie
I catch me

Nine up to the top
Then like how wе gonna stop this now
Hope you know what I lost and found
Hope you know what I gain this pound
Drove, no shotgun, no

hear all the talk and dissin', fuck that
(Fuck that) , they never stepped and did it

On drills, I could write you a book, no lie
(No cappin') that's

where at yeah (at yeah)
Say you love me but you done with that (done with that)
Girl what's up with that yeah (that, yeah)
I been through hell and back

a sickness
No, I ain't beefing with you rap guys
My shooter Subway, he just wrap nines
When that bitch took water from you
You got baptized
In Da Trap but you

Aye
Haha
Man
Again, again, again
You cannot hide from me
You cannot lie to me
I told her to slide for me
At 2:45 for me
When I tell you I love you I

no physician
Blow his head off from six feet away
That's social distance

The crib big
But I'm cookin' up work in brodie kitchen
Headshot or I kill

to  be  me 
Back  to  that  job,  that  9  to  5  make  sure  the  family  eats
Ducking  the  law,  they  not  involved,  they’re  not  protecting  no

Threesome

P.S.D.

Clique

1998

bitch but two hoes
Big banks and new clothes
It's the path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours!

Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville
We

and the fans praised it
Beloved I love it
Everything that I covet is covered
I'm rugged and tough as putting
Grub in the cupboard
I'm deeper than jewels buried

in my DM
Constantly trying to get me to reply but I'm busy, I don't have time
I got a show at six and I gotta be in the airport by half past nine
I

by vera wang I aint got me no stylist
Feet up 30,000 feet up racking up mileage
Omerta is the code we acknowledge the silence
For those not invited

Butterflies take time 
Let me pace myself 
I give too much
It's never enough 
Pour too much 
I'm full of love 
Hoping to receive 
But I starve too much

Divine
Back, we was ducking rubber bullets
Shot by our own military police.
In the streets, DC.
Yeah what I know bout that
In my life I was the Chief of MP

Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

uh-huh
You know the smoke can bring it out of me

I'm the rap music Mozart, one who love cheeba
Bounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealer
Fly