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on my paws, and my jaw gone glizzo Thoughts as I’m pulling up to yo cribbo Sucking on her nipple, she know a nigga a sicko Kissing on her lips, and I kiss
that water with me right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please got paid for them old
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
So what the fuck gotta say Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown And not the other color so Chase
spending all your cake on them bitches I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap with a back pack I'm in it for the money the money
get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot,
dont get moved by the tools battle wounds on ya shoes wait control ya hate u aint ridin in dem 6s (WHY?)cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches I need
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags Don't stop, keep goin' don't
Mr. Rosenberg No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg Mr. Rosenberg Call me Mr. Rosenberg Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
Lil Wayne: Yeah (take me out, take me out) ok now it was me and Mrs. C we was chillin by ourself both of us just popped a pill and now am feelin'
and Smif-N-Wessun Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
up Had to disappear for a while Shit got a lil' hot Guess who’s back on the block Mr big Stuff laid back in the cut One hand on the burner one hand
Hopin' that it don't get shut By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one My
Stick Kieth probably got killed by a childhood friend God bless his soul I hope his killer got hit I was Riding on the north Hot boxing my whip Fucked
six-one blockin' it If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us My recipe
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal [Blake C] What you sayin'? Roc A Fella (uh huh) Gener al (uh huh) B.I.G. (right on)
to tha West Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca The cute lil sista, with the fever blista Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her But I got
by the pack might throw a pair or two HD body so I sit back and stare at you Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now Bring the ladies to the front
Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in
lives are took I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks Dear Mr. President you had
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And separate them by five's and light up the skies Crip that D P, Kurupt Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
out Maybe I should go out and put rims and all kinds of goofy shit on my truck We are all sickos inside Anyway, every single one of us Im going up like
Ooh I like that Bom bom bom bom Yea right Ha Right Oh we got take you higher on this one baby Oh yea Gotta go sicko mode not Travis Scott but I feel
triple the size of the eiffel tower Get my self r eight foreign Skirt into am hours I get boat loads by the drive by Coming slowmo she don't know me Got
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