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This, is a brief intermission
Bitch Im feelin like I hit the lotto
Thousand dollar bottles in my section
Couple models
J.Kostello runnin

just da score board
Living with no regrets
Locally the feds creep by cause the devils pie
Daddy told me if they catch you in the hall
You better die

Catch ya funeral, murder the preacher nigga we can hit bout it

up
In the closet of the same bedroom where the tombstone
Of my sister's name engraved in the middle it's full blown
J-U-D-I-T-H-M-Y
E-R-S catch me let

Black Market

Doomsday

The Best of Black Market Records, Vol. 1

1997

broke'll make ya fall astray
But I got a better grip on myself

So I avoid gettin played short like a elf
Bust her side bust her in the head
That white

them chords
On the Rhodes i met you in
Rouge i had you on hold
And now I can’t afford to play
So you ready to J?
I know our love will pass the threshold

pallet/go tswa leng le mpalela/pensele ya ipetelwa/
We lead to believe mare monna wa ithophela/
Drawing boundaries so I had to mask this tape/
Brushes catch

catch a vibe
Let me introduce you to my slimes
Need to sticky icky
Cause you got me feeling right
Wild+ ra Jxxded
Shawty ko tyo brain educated ya
Check my

grandpa
Few months later I'm mourning my cousin
My auntie in pain no sorry can heal her

Somebody dies, the clock don't stop
Na those wey remain go carry

city satisfied with a chicken box

Fresh J's cruddy fade and some Kool-aid 
Designer belts just to look like they getting paid 
Living with they moms

the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there

here to judge ya
Because I'm cocky and confident
Yea
And I'm convinced
Real hit makers in the game been Condensed
Shit is watered down like milk that's

can tell by the helix
You a pussy nigga, bitch, I'm finna call you Felix
I don't give a fuck about your mothafuckin feelings
I'm breaking through

Trading ounces for some J's
I put dingle in the alphabet
Now dingle spells my name
Sending dingle into orbit
Now my dingles stuck in space
Dingle stays

the plan right now

[Verse 2: J DropDead]

Yup Dropdead, I’m the man
Slay
Back by popular demand
Hey
3 girls hop in my sedan
Great
All 3 under my command

of the game
Now I beat the players
Wait my turn
Worth while
Smile
When I see the haters
Livin' low, got so much trips to go
I’m gone, see ya later
Meant that

Uk Rapper 
Go back to sleep you duvet rapper 
Part time done by tuesday trapper
I'm from back when the yutes say dapper 
Uk rapper 
Grew up on fubu

ya pockets
Running through the city just to say I Got it
I spit it so differently, knowledge the Real me
I'm colder then winter breeze, I Shackles your

you went out by the pokey?
Dummy went out by the loccs
How they talking lil' Lotti got poked
It's like so many opps I can smoke
I'mma slide through,

but I'm busy watching scary movies
Smokin doobies and getting slobbed up by groupies
I can't love a hoe and I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch ya pussy

joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down

joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down

i've been lookin' directly in your eyes and you peep
that i'm the fuckin' nightmare catch you in your fuckin'
sleepis it deep or what fuck i'm

popular
Servin' your hood like helicopters
Say the wrong thing and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin' heads
Wishin' you was dead