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the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I

Bitches droppin' like old ladies and such
(Where I'm at, where I'm at) yeah
Southern Florida, I was raised in the sun
You throw shade, get hit by rays

of the dodie 
 Said I would quit by 2 
Started serving them at 5 in the morning
Sleeves was ripped by noon  
I blew $50,000 this summer 
I’ll get it back by

Bounce ta This

Dres

Sunday Night Live: A Rare Collection of Hip Hop from in Living Color

2006

[Dres]
Listen, this is Dres, and I'm letting ya know
That S-H-O-W-be	-I-Z and A.G. are all that
So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak

the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means

Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I

that he manifest
Used to stay up late by the
Radio and bang my desk
He made me wanna be a part of a movement
Start a foundation, I started a crew with

First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

dozing, New opp pack I rolled em with doja
New kel-tec, this bitch here will fold ya
Dressed in all black , we sponsored by folgers
Uhh ran it all the way

Suck on her titties like sippy cup
She know im staying on my grind
Been by my side since the come up
Bitch I dont need no stylist
All my niggas we

Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a nigga by his toes
If he hollas let him go
Tryna sell out my all my shows
They be knocking at the door

rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then

practice

Pick ya poison boy, fake it till you make it 
You can live ya life by playin coy until ya passion been destroyed
Or, just be yourself, fuck

I ain't got no type
I just got certain things I like
I don't do one nights
Everyday she come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push

chance passes me by
Ok how much do you know now?
I guess I gotta trust things take time
They say they love the album but I know that I could top it

fuck me in the studio
This is album three, I'm basically a pro
Can I see your balls, do they hang low
I stan Vick Rep, so I love Blow
Need a massage,

this shit
Refused to release basic rhymes that aren't intricate
Hip Hop embedded in my brain since 2001
2022, there's four albums I've done
Wanted

seated by my side
Hope this lasts forever and ever
Zooming on open fields (Faster, faster, faster)
Going at great speeds (Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty)

Yeah this an open letter
Lost some of my friends but its gettin better
She sippin the tron its just get her wetter
And i got ya BM in my BM sweater
I

Fantastic 4

Big Punisher

The Professional

1998

85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders

unless you scream

You'll never see it coming
You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes
You're done in
By the time it's hit you, your last surprise

Oof

motherfuckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-cutthroat game

[Chorus 7x]

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like

B. song
I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one
Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself?
Droppin' lyrical vitamins for your health,