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FASHION!
Sell my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they askin'?

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

I talk more shit than a LIL'

Be Jealous

Tech N9ne

Vintage Tech

2005

And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

[Verse 2]
No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas
And we smiling cuz the Villain

Dreams

The Game

Dreams

2005

love you)
(I love you)

I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,

What Do You Do When You're Branded

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

the heat from your breath, 
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man

Suck Yourself

N-Dubz

Against All Odds

2009

sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's

Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Remedy

2002

[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white

Mounted Up

J.I.D

DiCaprio 2

2018

passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from

Redneck for Real

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

fuck around and get high 
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in a Rolls, 2020,

more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas make me get Foghorn,
Don't make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you

Me, I got on my grind and see I had a son
We used to smoke weed and
Knock money by the tons
This was way before we was playin' with guns
And ain't no

to walk
And no one dared trek in the dark
For fear they'd lose their life to art
But Wait is barely steps apart 
From more than one son's bleeding heart

Yeah
Alot of times we surrounded by enemies who disguise as friends you know
You know you niggas
We just didn't wanna tell it straight to your face

eight then.
I was poor sleeping on the floor
it’s depressing
I knew I wanted more I guess it was a blessing
Now I am writing album number four in the west

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

cheesy lines get by like they names Chester
They bars should've been shut down like food inspectors
Y'all rather hear wack rhymes over hard beats
I rather

to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's

seen him alive
But one thing was certain
The Tomb was indeed empty
And noted by all accounts
But even more interesting
His following didn't dry out

you to be strong
My son needs a father to lean on
See farther than I can
New horizons
Know when to multiply and
When to divide land
See past

remember when he started, I might've been six I've seen more dead bodies than I would like to admit
I learned early, live your life, this is all we get Hey,

by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting

son
And that’s if you believe them words
Me? I got kicked out of church
Cause I ain't read them words
I was more intrigued by passages
Written by

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown