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I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa! Off the wall, off the chain Off the top, I'm off the leash So many freaks coming by the spot Had to move,
on my dog We the truth by far Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart I built a penthouse in
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin'
paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin' off-beat with
What do I say Say whatever the heck you want Be on beat stay on beat Oh my GOD Yo here I go Hey yo I don't know any words My GOD Play the Album
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Man, take another hit breathe out In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot I?m chillin at home on some solo shit I love piece and when its quiet, I
rapper about to blow But his album came, and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper-wood So the silly little fans, they were misled By
now my flow is just an Instinct Called it Timberlake, because my flow is just so NSYNC I'm driving while I write this shit Oops I forgot to switch
[Too $hort] Album number 12 Short Dogg still in the house I ain't going back into retirement Life is Anything is possible try hard It ain't
(okay) To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah) I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc A nigga just got paid
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but the break of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original, teacher of this type
else) Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self (Self, self, self, self) 'Til about two AM And I call back and I
floss mode The life of a boss player Fuck what you thought though My enemies deceased Die like a bitch When my album hit the streets Niggas can't
the hairs Her body like a coin flip heads or tails Beep beep) girl don? t back it up on me, She did it anyway and it felt like a truck on me Stop teasing hit
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
album hit the shelf Grandma's favorite, she could not understand How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor Had to explain
lightin' the green I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggas throw us on they album
screw and common knew We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc A n**** just got paid
Yeah, yeah Hahaha Ayy Chillin' with the homies at the crib Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it Hit the studio with
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