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to Uncle Sam (fuck it)
But that ain't shit I'm out here goin' ham (fuck it)
Lamb-chop dinners I come straight from Spam (nigga)
Lamb' talk nigga I just

be really I be like yea I dey tell you
My Johnny na hard man no be by gra gra
Original 100 no be viagra
Like Peter Rufai me I wanna stand behind you

the same,

She was all I know,
Baby, hold me close,
Watch me slip away,
Baby, I'ma a ghost

Posted with my niggas,
Posted with my killers,
Bitches get me

to ashes and nursery rhymes, Rock-a-Bye Baby and Jesus
Won't be that much of me left for goodbyes, feel like I'm leaving in pieces
My mother had 22 uncles

I remember times at my nanie house
Pot cooking on the cooker food never running out
Hand me downs from my uncle he got bars too
But didn't hand me

cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want

And get my Uncle Johnny out to divy the sheet cake
There's a method to it - ay, shame if you disrespect it
I was 6 and got the business in Florida, check

just don't know it yet
Waiting on a day to float by with my niggas
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
No weed, we be on a job for

my real bitches in here put your hands up
Now all my people wit a strap put hands up
Now all my killers dressed in black put your hands up

(Verse)

I

pie at Uncle Johnny.
On Sunday, they're on the ego
trip in the garden.
Someday, 夢からさめる午後
Black shade is
melting and melting.
See the upside down
love

Yea Yea
Trynna hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back yea yea
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers yea yea
Trynna

Uncle would still smoke around the children
In his pleated pants and knitted turtleneck
Auntie wants a kiss
Even though she smells amiss
Some things it’s

Come here and burn rubber with your uncles
Budweiser on the bumper 
Bet I still won't spill
Hit the product for the low
U should call me Shaquille
Laugh

The other day my uncle told me a story
He said, "Son, it gets a bit gory"

"One night I had to flee and leave my land
My older brother stole some

Your body will be frightened
My pigs will eat you alive

This is my land for my friends
And my family members:
Johnny, baby Suite, little Joe
And my

Rhymin Wit Biz

Biz Markie

El Niño

1998

a fuckin sex killer
Nigga you got a story to tell, tell it, yell it
I rose wit the funkadelic
We don't believe shit stinks til we smell it
Let you tell

Rhymin' Wit' Biz

Biz Markie

El Niño

1998

Stadium thriller without the manilla
Until this day I still uh
Drink Old English cannot stand Miller
Lyrically Im iller than a fuckin sex killer
Nigga

I can't say that I grew up hustling on the block
But know that I am a hustler the hustle don't never stop
And trust that I know some killers still

Tommy
And my best friend's name is Johnny
Though I haven't seen him in a while
Not since he said he was tired
My name is Tommy
And my brother's name is

Mans, I don't know what's wrong With him
If I'm ridin' by myself, you know I Keep that chrome with me
I ain't gotta call, bro, I know he keep That blower

yeah. Just like Halloween (halloween) I'm the killer of this f*cking story n*gga (story n*gga) She so f*cking scared, I think she might be getting horny

out and we play for keeps

I came in the game by myself I'm gonna leave here by myself
Red bottoms Gone step on they neck I'm with my dog Johnny test
I

hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch

say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
I got