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don't trigger me I do my thing now they feeling me
Move like the mafia my girl from Italy
458 think you keep up you kidding me spazzing
No need for

My flow never been average or typical
I go ape
Condition for rappers critical
Y'all so basic
Niggas ain't feeling you
Low vibration the music killing

That's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
Yeah, yeah
It's Zayy
Long Live Bri
Have some fun for a little
Pop them drugs for my

unison cuz I got the moss
I'm cashing in Chondrus crispus I'm stacking them by the Ki-
Imagine the kind of kitchen to cook it up for the streets
You eating

jaws.
Cardiac arrest if you break my laws. need an EMT for CPR.
You ain't got to like me just respect it. Yeah I'm skilled but not perfected.
Your girl

men
And we stand as ten

Come as I am a broken man ready for correction
Guided by the hand Yah keep my friends connected
Surrounded by the light of its

Yeah

Fool me once, that's shame on you
(Yeah) , fool me twice, that's shame on me
Ain't much more that I can do to
Repair the damage
You had done

I step on the scene 
Don't care wherever i'm at, imma give my respect 
cnd I Demand it come it back to me 
Got something for all you niggas that's

poems by Zafack Billy
I know you aint comprehending, I know that you don't bother,
Cus I guess by now you must have crossed the Cmr/Naiga bother.
Suhzed

body moving with mine
Type of fuck that will have you lost it time
And checking yo phone like where I'm at
Cause I don't got no time to call these hoes
I

you one text at a time
I know you're by your phone
So boy, pick up your line
And I ain't too proud to beg, so
What's been said has been said, ooh
I

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until

of time into fractions,
Only your thoughts can run deep down my throat in non invasive fashions

It's all about acoustics and frequencies created by

like a nigga stepping out
Louisiana in me I go hard for the south
You can’t have a Spitta track without illy up in mouth
So move if u ain’t up to par

I've got to make it
So you know I've got to make it

Wake up in the morning feeling fresher then the summers harvest
Pull my roots out of the country

Get Your Shine On

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

and up
And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up

24s on trucks, just the neighborhood

type of shit to try to get these bitches loose
You got all these different soles, but they ain't fittin you
My question is not what you stepping for, but

dreams but I aint done with the chasin
I coulda got a degree but I decided to make it
And if you comin with me then join the Alien Nation
Gone

miss
Me with that bullshit you make niggas buy
Chasing dreams till I die in a black suit and tie
One day I'll be that guy saying I got it all at what

give me some space, I'ma aim for your Adam
I don't aim for the bladder
Controllin' the chop, Got delete it right after
I'm shiftin' a jaw nigga
Them caps

back while passing him by

I'm Speedin I ride all around the world so I got no time to waste
I'm Speedin moving faster than a comet cause I'm on it cause

you in your Benz headless
Shout out to Ichabod Crane
Shout out to my trans
(But we ain't all siblings)
Fuck Buck Angel, you ain't a king
I stand by

wet, I come around, you know I water that
Never back down, when it got dumb, showed me you got my back
Never been slimey with these niggas, appreciate

Now I've got pounds of marijuana
She don't want me then I don't bother
Run up a check and we don't argue
Go 'head, ball on them young nigga
Time for you