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at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track 
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast 
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t

feeling your vibe uh
Boys go talk say adey rush but ebe you pɛ adey love
If you go get dema time sef tell 'em say not on your watch
Forget dem ano go do

to the Alamo
Drip or drown in Calico
How that shit by Khaled go?
"We the best! Who? We nigga!"
I keep adding
I keep adding the insult to the injury
I look in

where I been

We’re them real go getters
Got wetters got berretas
Man are arrrogant told man there’s nuttin they can tell us
I can do whatever man I’m

I planned it
Showing fake love to my face
Knowing damn well they can't stand it
Nah
Yeah
I'm tryna go chill by the bay
Been on the road, boy
I had

it to hate?
I been hurt
Ayy
Whenever I tell you I love you, yeah it came from my heart
If a nigga wanna pop me, I'ma put 'em aside
But if you

going through Che
I'm stuck on their mind like I'm their toupee

Because I'm too
S E X Y
Let me get by
L E N G oh
Please tell me
DM's plenty

Man I'm, oh

It's no secret by now, I got a wife at home
We both laugh at the fact you act like a ho
Yet, here you go again, being weird like "remember when?"
(don't

the hoes tryna ruin my tell em that its

U and I
U and I  U and I
U and I

And I'm down to spend it all on my cutie pie
You get a beamer and a benz cuz why

they catch you lacking I swear to god you'll be acting different,

The K in king is for knowledge,
Tell em I'm coming for everything it's a promise,
Rap

gon' be in "Not It"
Tell by how you walking, this ain't just no talking
I'ma have you flossing, have you check the losses
Let me check for you, you see

them boys out the jugg
I want something, I take it my name Suge
Going straight in im off the gen, just like my moms ion' fuck with my kin-
Folks be broke

and tell her I ain't fucking with her period
'Cause this shit here get serious and I ain't fucking with you serious
Took the Glock, walk down on that boy, I

finna nut you gotta slow it down
But fucking around with her she might not because she want the child
They always tell me just to wait my turn but bitch I

surrounded by crabs Hyenas and Junkie
In the same jungle
I don't eat no chicken nuggets
But remain humble
I keep the Washington's n Franklin's
In the same

Glahh Glahh Glah

If you come to my side we gone tweak  what I make in a day
Boy you make in a week. (Like) I'll get you lined by a freak 
Brodie hop

the game most these faggots don’t have a brain 
Gotta wait for some one to tell ‘em they all the same 
Ain’t trynna share yo name till you already made

leave it alone
Pack up the tools and then sound the alarm
Tell em we on some shit

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares

I really need your help, an I'm not doctor shopping
Addy's in my hand DR DR man you saved me
Take once a day by mouth, HAHA next joke please
Boy you

to a band quick
Boy, who you think you fooling
Like Slick Rick, I'm the ruler
Watch me knock em out the box
Kick a bop out the drop
I'm outside like

never wake up
They forever stayin' superficial

Old me would shoot a missile at 'em
New me's too convinced I'll never reach enlightenment
By doin' hella

Yeah, I couldn't tell where I'm going
Butterfly doors when I show in
Bad bitch with me, she blowing
Whole gang with me, blowing gas
Still counting

rhymes and dope beats like
Win win win with no defeat ‘cause
10 times fall is 10 times back on my African feet 
So tell em’ (My Way)

Word to these n****

This Is for the Homies

Rodney O

Me & Joe

1989

the start
This is for the homies, and the homegirls too
Joe Cooley, tell them what you want 'em to do

[Chorus 2:]
Say yeah, yeah, yeah(this is for