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On gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'
Hop out a SCAT, all black matte
Hop out, woo
Gang, gang

The opps got a party, I just got the loc'
I bet you we beat

Hit a u turn had to come right back
Cuz I
Brought the blunts but forgot my sack
Had to clock the hammer
Yeah I got my strap 
Know all the gangbangers

time
Grab her waist line
I don't waste time
Grab her head
And give face time
Shawty wanna dance
Im counting
At the same time
Tell me what you want
I got

Tony
If you tryna die
I got some niggas that'll do that for me
You ever try to slide I guarantee it's gonna end up ugly
It's probably bout a bitch Cause

through them in the archive
No I ain't the art guy
Do a drive by pass in a 4x4 misty no cap
with some diligent members
Back myself through the centre's

Mo' Bass

U.T.F.O.

Lethal

1987

Servin' left to (right) right to (left)
And it's mandatory the Doc must be (def)
As I swing my rhythm to the beat of the drum
If you can't catch my

to learn just Know you only remember
It reverberated all four chambers I entered saying
And my heart beats a somber score
This wicked rhythm with diminished

something
When i was young
Don't let them sniff you out
You got to snuff them out
You got to shut them out
By laying it down
Don't let them sniff you out

Synchronized to the rhythm and then I
I surrender to the moment and I
Can you feel my heartbeat go
I got good at hiding the symptoms
So good they didn't ask any

else
Dancing till my heart beats fast and without you
I started losin’ vision
Lost me in the rhythm
Got bitter love still on my tongue Like you do
It’s

xanax, aint Sippin no Wock
We spinnin yo ben & we put in park
My diamonds be shining even when Its dark
I got the iron but im not Tony Stark

Uh

He pullin

full of shit my rhythm Isotol
Know this I'ma kill em when the Mic involved
And I'm bringing more heat than AMolotov
No bliss for you pricks
You dicks

Ohh ohh ohhh
Ohh ohh ohhh
Aye ybg aye
I get racks like serene
She like NEEK you too mean
When you put it by my spline
Dirty money from selling clean

Comfortable, smokin' some dope
The bitch that I'm wit is so flexible
From Mexico, man I like this ho
The homey little Tony told me a long time ago
"Hey Dogg sit

back
Ain't no mercy for me niggas, so no mercy for these niggas
Hypnotized by the chant, and it's matching up my rhythm

You know I like to fuck niggas'

scum
Never succumb
To anyone
Don't need a gun
A rhythm to my own drum

It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1 
On 1
Over here you don't

(Sheesh)
(Uh)
(I got that hot for ya block)
(Uh)
Pull up on the block with that street heat it street sweep
Pull up on the block with the heat make

want you to move like the rhythm possesses you
Like you got nothing to better to do
I want you to move like the rhythm possesses you
Like you got nothing

move that body she be killa 
Man I feel the rhythm in Manila
Prob catch a flight just to see ya 

Got me moving left to right
That’s just what I like

and that's where I stand
In a barren land

Judging by the thing
That you call imagination
A better thing to think about
You think you got it figured out
I

bio pic
I been up all night damn I think I need some Cryotin
Thinking bout my future trying not to get too myopic
Got my own swagger so I do not need

out riding
Motivation be tht get back
And we live by code silence
Told the police idk
Who killed my mans
But I was lying
No avenger
Feel like tony stark

It's crazy that your bitch said we fly
Cause we breathing clouds
Got an eighth on me now tell
The bitch bring a liter home
It ain't cool but when I leave

Unite

Beastie Boys

Hello Nasty

1998

on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
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