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of silence
Hold on baby
Don't fall for the hesi the shit can get crazy
I'm in my zone now who's really gon play me
Legazy me and Dmoney go crazy
Yeah we go

a baby
There's money to be made
And guarantee that I'm a make it
I'm aiming towards the sky
But swear I'm harder than the pavement
Yeah
And I ain't just

The world I'm living in is more like hell or hades
Give cracc to the mother she giving to the baby
That's been the mentality since bacc in the 80's
Making it

I kill them slow
When the mission, the goal, finished//
Viewtiful Joe, when I Henshin-a Go-Go, baby
Flow that’s delicious like adobo, tasty
Treat me

pic if you hold my cup and you do not spill
If I stand on my money I'm Shaquille O'Neal
Hey I'm kinda drunk baby give me the wheel
I'm drivin' drunk

undercover
Niggas want smoke, Dizzle turn to Danny Glover
Paparazzi on my body, takin' pictures at the Grammys
Want beef, understand, I keep hammers like Handy

the gang
Tryna duck rico
I spit flame
But flow still cold
Freezing hot
Like spicy snow
Need a dame
With a heart of gold
My little baby
She always be playing

a wrangler jeep
Smoking strong riding dirty choppa on the seat
Bumping biggie cause these niggas don't know what's beef
Stop at the gas station running on E

the ringer and rinsed
Lyrical warfare, you get thrown in the missed
And you kissed, the ass of bad rap, couldn't resist
You make fake beef and then you add

discussion
Had to leave that hoe alone she belongs to the streets
She lying if she think that she fucking with me
When you giving me head baby don’t use your

I Really Mean It

Mark Curry

Westwood Hip Hop Club Bangers

2017

The game abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, beef? Came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames

'em with the fork
Big engine, goin fast, tires slippin, car got crazy torque
Crazy
I'm not dealin' with no beef and I don't fuck with pork
Your girl

don't talk on the beef that sit on the streets when we out they ducking across the street
Keep a knock yeah i'm keeping my heat
Since these niggas love

Prada all on me
This the life I choose for me
You see Louis V
You don't see I'm lonely
Yeah
Look
The petty is real for me
We beef to the grave for real

like, "sure there will, baby, you'll leave me certainly"

Relationships are nothing but a headache,
Cause when you're not getting head, yes, it's

inhale
Want smoke he not breathing well
Hands up he not leavin here
On baby Here I am with the gang
Riding smoking Swerving lane to lane
Old squad had

Grr, baow woo
Uh, yeah baby GOAT
Yeah, look (Woo)

Since you wanted some clout I'ma
Give it to you (Yeah)
If your girl in the spot
She get hit with

when they call for beef
If I'm ya dawg you can call for me
When you get off baby fall on me
Let me get up In ya arteries
Nigga get up out my face
You

Dope boy on the block like I'm Keef (What)
Kick in the door, they done got the chief
(Huh, ayy)
Roll up some weed, start another beef
You know Eazi-Klu

nigga throw a diss it's a tragic Bars coming back the back double stacking Smoking opps out the holy shit packet Niggas say they won't beef but never

back
I'm the one who helped you out
With your worries and doubts
So you must've been at war with this beef in your mouth?
You're made of rubber so you

(We lit) Yea yea
Baby we run up a check broke n****s get no respect (Yea yea)
10 for the one who the best, letting that energy stretch (huh)
Shawty bad

why I'm chargin for this 
You in yo feelings what keep me in all of this Ralph 
This just a marketin fit 
Campaign street runner Calculated beef hunter