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By Monday I'll have a new bae
Yo bro, what's the vibe?
They fell in love with the UK guys
Buss it open, buss it open, wide
Spread your legs then

chopping slicing and dicing serving up big cuz no doubt
Rap circles around these squares got more gusto than Barry Allen coked out
Yeah buddy that's a fact

and they fully well know
That I'll take control like I stole the remote
What it's like where I'm from you don't really wanna know
The girls and the guns

feed me, you ain't never said you a get the bill
How the hell you cut me off? You need me couldn't pay you to keep it real
He ain't takin' pleas, so

Killin Nigguz

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
Niggas on the run, hah, click

out to my big bro for makin' a Lot of people believe in ghosts
The same way he's done made a lot of y'all believe in ghosts

I done made a lot of y'all

He said shit kicks off in a minute, sent the private location on Snapmaps
Thank fuck I’m not needing no satnav
Canny cold for you but not us
North East

I'm spitting misery
I'm feeding off the hate all it do is give me energy
You thinking you rapper coz you rocking the attire
You clearly lack the skill

happy trees
Then we celebratin’
Throw blue faces
Hoes rake all my leaves
From probably
To prophecy
From pay for shows
To gotta see
Hate on me
Then you

where my check bitch
Fly to death my funeral on a jet bitch 
Pay me respect or off with your neck 
I follow my calling call and collect 
It's all in

They Don't Know What the Game Is About

Lil' Ron

Lil' Flip and Sucka Free Present: 7-1-3 and the Undaground Legend

2003

couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he

on hoes, I'm loving it, acting big till' that mac just spit
Fat ass gun, this shit looking like Miss Incredible
Finna pop a perc, and then I go off like I'm

get that money gotta knead that dough plant that seed or the flower won’t grow put in work or the work don”t show big bad wolf boy watch me blow running

a couple of primes
Willing to die
Put they lives on the line
Be fine when the gun spray
Got em' feeling real big when he flex
One pump chump with a complex

turned me heartless all them switches ain't hit y'all target
And I feel like the voice for real tote big ass guns I can't conceal
Hope bro killer gon' win

the G.O.A.T
You borrow my style and can't even pay off the loan
You phony, you fake, you a clone, I'm ape with the flow
You think you the greatest but no,

bandit spit 
Dick she needs a manuscript 
Shop for hoes my brand is thick
Fuckboys gettin the knockoffs
All on my jock hop off
Work a lot and you not boss

pay to get a feature
And I ain’t bout to leave the crib if I can’t get the gun in

Around the killers feeling comfy nigga
Relax a bit, let’s have some

when you left and come back
Well just keep a talkin' talk your ass off
You ain't carried no phone no where
I said talk yo ass off

My wife said scratch

Okay, okay, never thought that I'd make it this far
I'm not the boss yet, so when i'm talkin bout pulling strings, i'm just playing guitar
Hats off

Grab The Mic [Version]

Mindless Self Indulgence

Tighter

2011

bring the rope
'cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set

Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet,

southside for life
You ain't feel what I felt them nights
You ain't feel when I wept them nights
Guns pulled on the playground
The boys here don't play nice

'bout the men she had
Then told me that she couldn't wait to see my pad
And then her beeper went off
I didn't pay it no mind, but it beeped five more

the top
Chunk up the deuce then let your trunk pop
And when your trunk pop
Man that bitch gotta glow
Pay attention dog I'm a break em off pro
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