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Cause I copped to the Tillys
Bout to cop me a new whip Wanna go and approve it
Who's this

Yeah they making me lose it When we bump we move it
Too lit,

fact, look it up
And then I get that plane and I put it on a truck
Put it on a truck now I got a truck plane car plane truck
In my garage which is

the money at?
Still these hoes screaming no money, no love
Damn, shit ain't right
Written by Topboy Millarbwoy

lighters up
Put your fist up, put your lighters up

The don Jo’burg city icon
Turflon, hidden by the Sean John
Iced up so your girlfriend respond
Come here

are speaking you
Hatred is leaking
Your history's written no way to defend it
Shame on us for how we forgetting'

Americas biggest nightmare
My eyes are

orieny e mudho

Oh no, oh no, I put my guards up again 
No matter what I said, I knew you wouldn't understand 
I know you got bigger plans, but is it

I'm never mo'fuckin quitting
So fuckin hot
Gotta lift my mixtape with oven mittens
Got rhymes
They're fuckin written in Bibles cause all my shit is

dollar flow but my face is always priceless

Coming for the Queen you had better luck with isis

You know Nicki is the queen so I guess it makes me Prince

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be
Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em
They came back and moved and like

Never wanted to be upset by you
But you did that huh
Your lack of judgment got me pissed and now we finished huh
You say you love me but real love

Word is bond,
M.R.T., a.k.a. Mr. Tarzan The Jungle Man
Bismillah

Check it, I ain't about that life
I once was, but honour is a true man's wife

rent by spitting, I'm never mo'fuckin quitting
So fuckin hot, gotta lift my mixtape with oven mittens
Got rhymes, they're fuckin written in Bibles cause

you are legendary
Considerin' that your future is
Still a cemetery sick in the head
My mama say it's hereditary
I'm dead already
Don't gotta say what

and a stu but he stuck ina job
He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie
But fuck it he live in denial with pride that

to heal my own wounds, but instead I take shine (take that shine)
Call me $tevie Wonder cause my love is blind (John Cena)
Let me take that back, I know

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

the music industry is messed up, baby!
I throw a pity party as I sip bacardi
Sell on! rap tapes, I don't need nobody
Ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
Its

Better stop now pushin' and pullin' me down
I'm on the top, you can't make it a bottom 
Blood blackened by your damned fraud
Choked any throat that inhales

playin’ out in Hong Kong
She got womp womp she what she want want
Haters watch on all they need is pom poms
I ain’t hopping on no beat unless it bump bump

neighboring structures
Its shadow stretches all the way back to slums
One must craft their own cocoon
Shotgun pumped like masturbating
Slug enter chamber like

up the cleanest, my punch is the meanest
Measure me by my nuts ‘n penis
That’s a request from a genius, finna be the best
I attest a fighter that don’t

to CELEBRATE


ELEVATE
LEVITATE
CELEBRATE 
MOTIVATE
ELEVATE
LEVITATE
CELEBRATE 



Written by: Ernest W. Coleman Sr."

Christ or there is Christ
Believe it not
For there shall arise false Christ's and False Prophets
Who shall show great signs and wonders 
So much that if it

listen to is Jeezy and
It's a pity, man don't hate to celebrate the game
Fuck the fame, ain't no thang, but a chicken wing
Ya'll lame ass stupid

And he goes by the name of Nomrah
So if you ridin' and you see a pink moon out tonight
Don't be worried
It's just that world premiere droppin'
Let's get