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can "Huh?" You can hear me, you ain't heard nuttin' yet

I'm live and fortified like Kweli and Mos Def

Practice the incredible, shit ain't even

get a shortage, then i order like i hoard it
Peeped ya poor performance, they was snorin by the chorus
Damn, boy what got into you? It's more about what

(We could doubt that motherfucker)
Au revoir, Yung dick talkin bout all of y'all
Young tits looking like mardi gras
I might sharpie ya'll, I'm tryn

Ariel
Silencers so they really cannot hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I

I'm getting
Keep going like the fibonacci
I'm cooking, I'm cheffing, I got the hibachi
Throw me the pussy, I ran through the posse
Fucking her softly,

and
Get you hit in ya face
Second half y'all owe me won't
Fit in the safe
Talkin' money to me is legit a mistake
My next crib I debate
"Should it be in

Remember

Nature

For All Seasons

2000

When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,

the city with the boomin' systems
 
Feds checkin' for a n****

Oops yea you missed em'

But I know you can hear me 

'Cause this loud is kickin'

cnd by loud

propers
Cause motherfuckers is knob slobbers
They like balls in they mouth
And I ain't talkin' bout Gobstoppers
Click boom, no shakalaka
And how can ya

from me
It's that top notch bro
I'm all about my quality
I swear to y'all
That shit is all I hear
And I'm about to scream
I'm only trying to get a little

me down bitch i aint no safe
Fuck
Big body benz i could've went and bought the rafee
She talkin outta line had to put her in her place
Bitch i got 2

up by a hardcore hip-hopper?
Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco
A nigga wit' mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin'

Imma show him we ain't friends if u hear he talkin shit
Imma buy another Benz n imma fuck your other Bitch 
Imma treat her like a dog make her lick

shit come right from the block
You can see that shit goes right with a glock
Middle of the night and you hear it pop off
BANG, BANG, BANG
Right to ya top

Industry Shakedown

Freddie Foxxx

Industry Shakedown

2000

up by a hardcore hip-hopper?
Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco
A nigga wit' mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin'

Bust Ya Gunz

Swizz Beatz

One Man Band Man [Clean]

2007

ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast

Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw

your to experiment
I just happen to be ill widdit
Space cadet still defyin physics
They talkin numbers I be sleepin
Next bitches who just gave me digits

psychic
She like to argue callin me biased
She used to shisters
Niggas holding heist
Talkin bout tht fast life
Short on rent we'll have by the end

Now I just shake and bake it like I'm 

Ricky Bobby I commit a hommie 

Keep the blixxy by me 

Come and get put out ya misery 

 

 

Bidness boomin’

on the floor 

If you don’t give me the paper 

I smoke you like raw 

Do what it takes to get onto Forbes 

Ya doing it wrong 

You wait till you rich

the sequence
Back in my bag ya gave me slashes, know these cuts the deepest
I made a promise to myself, ain't stopping til complete
Some niggas hate to see me

me, forget about the
Check this old fly shit out
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y'all

It's been 23 long

em' play ya' part
I can't go to sleep I start my day by poppin' Adderall
Ridin' in the morning pop another when it's wearin' off
He was talkin' shit

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you