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goin' on)
Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey)
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out
And then we'll get to the countin'
But mavo crazy use the chopper as a sidepiece
He pull the trigger, if you hating its by all means
Nigga all means
Newer jack swing
Shawn Micheal with
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
I’m the type to scuff your Vans
Trash bag rappers bring laughter and make me smile
You got an album out, nobody knew about?
That’s wild
Not Cypress
a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Sutter Cane releasing madness from within!
Causing such a major ruckus that will give your life a kick
While listening to an album which was written by
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
goin' on)
Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey)
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out
And then we'll get to the countin'
goin' on)
Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey)
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out
And then we'll get to the countin'
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
that's how it stay,
Her songs still better than anything out there the the hotter power play
Remember, how they accused her saying she did an album
the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Yeah I see you know what i'm sayin I ain't tryin to go out like that
nigga I'm trying to get signed
have a video and shit you know what I'm sayin
so I
have time bra
I'm just a legend in the making
Start a mixtape then an album
Now waiting
Show you niggas I'm here for the taking
Waiting and waiting
stoped? How come it's not still going
Because it's over, Beevis this is perhaps the coolest album ever made
I think you're right Butthead, come on come
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you
I'm the next to blow,
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