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em, call it John Madden 
Slidin through yo section to bounce out and really cause havoc
You aint doin shit with that lil yeeky, Might as well pass it

my water-breathing is scoldin
Many imitate but all I see is hoes chokin
Lot of niggahz change but I remain a constant
Chunkin up the section, we gon

trust in
You ain’t them, you ain’t family, you ain’t nothing
I lay you down , that’s the end of discussion
Tired of this all tryna create a better life

of the wise, no breaking of the bones
Going to the top but I ain't doing it alone
It's R.T.D. the family no making up the clones
'Cause we in the inner section

rappers
They come fast
But the show be 2 minutes
So I'm loaded
And holding protection
With no Plan B
I'm busting off all in your section

Rumor has it
I was

There's no discussions
It's all monotonous opinions
With speakers
Blasting them in all directions
The sections
In which we convene are broken

lurkin
Tryna catch me with pictures
She say she love me
But can’t fuck with me nigga
Fuck her off a perk
Man her blushing lil nigga
Bitch end of discussion

dinero no discussion
Feel like Stunnaman lil baby had sum muffins
She seen the whip she wanna ride she wanna jump in
If I ain't cummin, then u can't come

Or you fuckin with Heze
Then talk to the weapon
Check the impression
They get the massage
We got them going
In different directions
Out of this section

pushed the sprinter mall before the show firekidd
We popping out I brought em out again
Lil nay nay asking for it It ain't no discussion
They been growing

don't need discussion 

Unless you talking hundreds 

I got my mind racing and the time racing
 Nigga I ain't patient 

Squad w me nigga I ain't facin

stop for nothin'
She a real killer

She don't stop for nothin'
Topic of discussion
Is he bringing bucks in?
If not she ain't gon fuck wit him
Baby

only be here for the night though,

Why though

Her song kill me softly like recitals

Got my section filled with tings, designer frames they blind me

ain't no discussion
Told her hit my line and we can dip
Hit her with a line she won't forget
The grass is always greener over here
Now we on the way

it
Now I can buy the whole store remember, shoppin' on a budget
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands, then end of discussion
Bitch, we headin'

That's end of discussion
Man I'm a syllable ripper
Don't want to get it my nigga
And I be lit with the trigger
Meaning my mouth when I'm spitting
All

My calculations are calculated way down to the second
Most of you rappers need direction, a lesson
Who in my section, we all VIP
I quote nothing but

Chris Thappen
Shoot like the Mavericks, but not from Dallas
Sleepin' on pallets, cousin' at grandma's
Section 8 crib, where, first gave us shelter
My

the picture that's my twin a mirror image We are sinners
When you see us keep it spinnin
Don't you ever get it twisted

Clear the section
Ask too many questions

hoes ain't fucking with me
They can't be brought up in discussions with me
My time ain't free, it cost a fee or else I'm always busy
I don't trust

If there's a soul protector, show some effort / I got sole possession and do most reflecting in the smoking section / We blow on doja to control

When I pull up everybody in my section is lit
World in my palms I'm the one to decide
I ain't gonna let anxiety ruin my night
I ain't gonna let another

playin' with these fellas (Hey, hey, hey)
'Cause these niggas act like bad bitches, in the section takin' pictures
Other niggas' sexin takin' seats from

Outcha Atmosphere

Esham

Mail Dominance

1999

perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit'll make ya vomit
See I'm comin like a comet, see-Section out ya