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I'm coming for they necks
You know I got tricks up my sleeve
You know I got marks in the deck
I'm the man who you wanted to be
This game is for Sale it

to the game
Always be the voice of the people
Get to sounding off like a desert eagle

Heard you coming after me
Guess I'm going Johnny Depp
I just smile while

Dick's Automotive

Rugburns

Mommy I'm Sorry

1995

really good about helping that little old lady out. 
And he saw Dick's '57 Chevy parked on the side of the road he said, 
"Wow, he could be in trouble.

a nuisance
Steve Maddens holding my deuces
Tats on my neck
To you lawmakers, debt holders: fuck you
I'm useless
I roll around town with Mike Buseys
Outcast who

I'm "The Dream" Hakeem Olaijuwon Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Posted at the bar with a lean spittin' bars
Hittin good green I smoke Dutch Master cigars
Playin

jumping like hopscotch
Diamonds be dancing like pop lock
Got some good head from a thot thot
If you run up you get shot shot

Let me explain, not playing

listen
Foe you get in feelings
Need you to hear me
And pay attention
I'm dissing this generation
Bout what they bumping
By creating something 
They gone be

sound like whores
No I ain't get no good advice cause that shit sound like yours
Sunday morning R&B that shit sound like chores
I grip the mic like

that funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly

done see my future
It look good in the Delorean
Please stay out of my space (My space)
Y'all ain't been poppin' since MySpace
(MySpace)
I ain't tryna

Written By: Terrome Fernandes, Kadeem-Jamaal Bobcombe, Quincy Whiteman



lil bih know I'm immaculate,

Foreign dripped on me this fashion shit,

Got

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

A Complete Introduction to Sugar Hill Records

2010

with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my

Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that

Mamas Kids clways Make My Blood Boil Keep Sleeping on Me 

We Could Be Combining The Styles Together Johnny Tsunami Surfing The Waves 

Niggas Get Coddled

we gon' rip up his limb

Young niggas shoot shit like a basketball gym
These niggas, be bitches and hoes, think they need a pimp
Free my brother, I

I been stuck in the doctor's office
I been kicking around the sick kid's pen
cnd you finally came by yesterday
csking if we can be friends
It was

It's Johnny Cane on the beat bitch
Yeah man, This LowJack
Woo, big drip like the faucet running
Don't hit my line if you ain't talkin' money
All that

I been molded by the same Clay as Cassius baby
And I'll be the greatest even when I'm in the casket baby

Verse 1
A lot of bad decisions
A lot

me
I'm a god
Come and be divine with me
I create
Come and just design with me
Let's build a new world
A good vibe with me
Enjoy every bite
At Lunch

of empty spots at the table where we sittin'
I know other niggas hungry tryna find where the lick is
I refuse to be a victim think it's time to get a pistol

cuz I'm good son
I get the cặc on the phone
I'm gonna thương her all night
That hoe be licking my cu
Imma be on sucking on you (Boobs)
Fuck it we

There's no justice, it's just us
Watching your back, it be a must
There are no words that can
Express how I feel even though I act crazy
Go in

the pain inside, so every time I write
It's not to cry for sympathy but rather aim to change a life
It could be one of you, but truth is deeper than rap

You don't know who I know cause I got 2 iPhones
So I wish a hater would like a 2 by 4
I leave him planking in the streets like Johnny
Bravo to ladies