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niggas see me having
Used to be the same niggas laughing
Now my palm itching now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness free my

on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I'm whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same niggas see me having
Used to be the same niggas laughing
Now my palm

into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had

Ain't No Thang

Da Brat

Funkdafied

1994

ya steps and the ol' bucksway
Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy
What side can we ride on, take off your sign or
Fire tech-9 and we bust your car

Let me get the Illmatic
Waves with the clean sides
If this was '94, I'd be Nas
If this was '94, y'all would be Pras
I'm CHRIS WI$E
The bonafide

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick

on probation

Probably pay for you school ‘fore
I buy you a bag
I'm grinding, I'm gettin' it
Ho why is you mad?
Why won't you stay by my side like my strap?
Keep

well
We are some partying mothafuckas"

Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick

Unthinkable

All Frum Tha I

AllFrumTha i

1998

niggas to forget about rap
Their heads get to bobbin and their feet is the [check ?]
Once was a hater but now he's a fan
Standin by my side, sayin

Who's Number One?

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all

don't realize what's with Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town when me, Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be snuggled with straps, we be

a unpolished brain
Poetry has faded with new rap in tha game
So if we were birds id be the only african grey
Battlin a hurd fulla domesticated turkeys
Whom are

like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

like, they inna cut
Got my slut, talking bout my pole she in the tuck
She'll let a nigga have it, on my momma imma smash it
Two hunnid on the dash, got

Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap

Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars

Humble Beginnings
Out here trynna be making a killing
Eating and sleeping and breathing the rap game from the beginning
Out here trynna be making

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

a young cat man I been a dog (Scratch that man I been a god)
Whole album produced by me nigga (Yeah I know my shit clean nigga)
East side nigga chasing

ting, and she by ma side,and been there, from, like zero
Memba block days, being on tha, comeup, searching, all, for that, hero
Now its film screens,

Never thought I would rap I can sing a lil bit
Suppressor on tha chop let det bih hold a tune
Fuck all tha opps Ian sending no diss
Put li twin

rap-rock
Flipping past the bin for Limp Bizkit
Kept seeing this other band right next to it
A band by the name of Linkin Park
Graffiti street soldier

Cos ur girl said she want some push in
Yea she wanna be by my side
Came to me and I took her for the night
Took her to the room and she gave  me a ride

flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2