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And it weighs by the ton
And fire off rhymes like a fucking machine gun
I'm fuckin' this game like Olivia Munn

So go ahead and hate me
Cause I'm better

ya'll with a remix that redefined how I set my stance
So let's dance to the music I'm making
I'm not taking a break, I'm breaking all my personal records,

trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in

the gym, spotless grind
Eats more chicken and eats more rice
People can see he be more, right
And I don't diss the gym, or the hustle, or the journey
It's

Do You Like Criminals?

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

(WC)
Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard

've pass through these times, only business on my mind
I've crashed all these flies, no more sickness in my life
I've opened my eyes and im never turning

got bun last time that he came round
But we had to run a man round like the playground
He got away, what can I say?
We gonn catch that punk any day now

Put Tha House on It

8Ball

Lost [Chopped & Screwed]

1998

My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot

myself, I don't need no gang
Roll me some more of that sweet romaine
Just another-just another young man spittin' profane
Just another-just another punk

voices try
To climb inside 
And fortify
These awful lies
Like your so blind
They always seem to cross the line
I'm mortified 
By all the times
They called

out / cleanse and recycle a soul every time I shout/ i often see a plethora of poets punk out and pout / I lick their tears by the gout / I'm blessed

Lights up in Washington Heights to put the break of day away
I wake up and I got a little punk, I gotta chase away
Pop the grape at the crack

ride, catchin' the bus to be on time
No time for excuses, it's your life
You can't be stuck on stupid
I give 'em the awkward nod like
I can't be without

boogie
Deadman got a six yo I ain’t a rookie
You ain’t even got a clue
What it do punk bitch
Got the safety on with a empty clip
Ain’t that some shit

more peaceful then a McDonalds
In the middle of nowhere
Nothing is more real
Then nothing
I'm interested in things
That contribute
To my survival
I wish

just let the lazer talk so
Why u asking me for ammo
I'm invisible by nature like I'm camo
The only time you set a foot in my
City’s when you step on your

started poppin'
And now I see the bigger picture but it's hard to watch it
They try to stop you by back stabbin' for minor profits
The fuckin' liars

ya'll with a remix that redefined how I set my stance
So let's dance to the music I'm making
I'm not taking a break I'm breaking all my personal records

(never) 
This goes out to all you fake ass wanna be candy coated dress wearing ass faggots
You know who you is I ain't saying no names you punk biiitcch

down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)

I landed in Tilted

to the top of the governor's head
Well, I displayed myself as a lost child at a Wal-Mart store
Who would keep picking up cravings since I craved for more
Would

Yeah, uh
It was once said by a nigga with the shits
"Daloo please, can you give me back my bitch?"
Daloo then said "Bruh, I don't give a shit, but

So I gotta flaunt
Or they gonna call me a punk
This morning I bought me a pump

I'm cycling through memories
Hindsight is 20/20 clean
Now you got

throttle
Got, tired of waiting, got paid now I’m on my way on a vacation
This life is amazing, playing Gambino in heavy rotation
So much more that I live