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Rapping and flipping the bread, like i'm Bob
Suite with the 49ers, bring Rob (Woah)
Perc's with the taliban, but no bomb
Fuck on Adele, she'll probably make

with a chariot
Fuck technicalities, I'm really 'bout to drag you
Take you to the strip, I might rob and unpack you
Hold you at the gunpoint with

in the building and we playing for keeps 
So all that lame shit y'all lil niggas can keep
I'm about it boy I'm bout mines boy
Real nigga in the flesh

on my neck gone Bam Bam
Rob Van Dam
Yo mans man (Goddamn)
Goddamn man
I don't really wanna have that
Pull up with the fade like I hit a step back
And send

Pull out the lil tec then I take you for ransom
You got that smoke well I got that bitch to
My bullets be sticking they hitting like glue
Throwing these

sharks
Boy I grew up by the lake
43rd that's right off state
We was out here on the trey
I went to hell n back
Twenty-three & one and three hot treys
Now

at the top of this tower wifi code by the router
Amg up with the owl silencing all of my doubters
Summer 2020 in the I-8 with Jeremy at flounders
Hard to let

on any station
Listen, all this talk about fit and survival
Shouldn’t turn your lil bro to a rival
I get caught I ain't trying to bribe you
If you rob me

to my lil' dude
Too many bitches I leave them on queue
If you bout b'ness just follow my cue
I got my toolie with me what it do
We make a nigga go poof

can ride with a hundred niggas It’s just me and my license
On the road to riches in a big body Lil Grymey in a Bison
Mask on that’s no face, I just

presents
Hollows gone eat yo lil' flesh up, cannibalism
Name the blick, Hannibal Lecter
Talkin' in code while I'm blowed
See that I'm stoned and I kinda feel

It's the speed tablets
Up scorchin' in Hellfire, aura fryin'
The scenе is mortifyin', horrors
Dyin', portals widen
In my crib on some Coraline shit
Rob

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Signin' autographs 
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky 
Too busy out there

body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's

pop out by myself, now I be too shiny, these niggas a rob me
You gotta wake up, this shit is real, niggas be outside getting killed
I just be focused

fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this

some things
But nowadays money multiplied by 1000 times
So I got a whole Lotta things
Tonèboulem I know they envy me
Just put them in the middle

know it's not given, I gotta escape
Always had to rob, when it didn't look great
I know niggas flop, I just wanna be great
Get ahead some
Why niggas

i cnt get into it
Askin a favor lil bitch i cnt do it
50 100s is my favorite number nd i juss dropped a album made dat off the music
Nd i swear i can

some Black Rob
Like woah oh my god and lil’ Hov 
And the goats in my book starts with NAS ah
That they knew from fluid bars
They exploding like its

cousin a rob em' just because it is what it is
Losing hope all he got is sticky syrup, pills to cope his life's a joke
When he get hurt he sedated in his

rappers by day's end
Yet they lack the skill niggas don't really rap for real
I clap the steel you 100 yard dash like it was track and field
Cut from a rare

i ain’t talking bout Patrick 
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic 
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting 
You got served by me,