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a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are

What About Me [Super Dragged]

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

and that Lil Jon shit, 
They holla I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holla Manny, Baby, Wayne, and Jeezy
Dont nobody holla Boosie like nobody

Watch it for the Jay and Ye' like Truman Show to Carter 3
Wayne's World, grab the mic, flying-by when I started these
My own poems those stained words

Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together

ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too

and Yung Lil we bring them problems for real
We gonna ride
Call your man Orri Wit Da 40 we gonna slide
Just in case you try to run up on me nowhere to hide

that Drake and that Nicki feel like Lil Wayne
I say, pull up with that cake on me, boy
I tell her pull up give me face when I'm annoyed
I'm gon' make

a backwood you know i got em pre-rolled
Bitch I’m the Stunna man, fuck ya man I’m the man
Make it rain, weather man
I look like a Christmas tree, all these

I just poured me some triss, I feel better
We aint do no back n fourth with them niggas man
We too old for that

She think she got a wise man, I

competition
I'ts a Krayzie Krayzie Krayzie World
Now these top ten list they all be the same
Drake Jay-Z Cube Em and Lil Wayne
Not once I heard Anthony or Bryan

at the drip, i just went up in my prices
All of my lyrics are timeless
Feel like a stunt man, call me daredevil
Ice shine, blinding whoever
Fool me, boy im too

Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been

I woke up out a Codeine coma & I got to them bands lil' bitch
Pullin' up in that Bentley truck nigga, I want you & your friends lil' bitch
I just got

ian have no air i was stuck ina heat so i had to use a lil bullshit fan nigga come up im the big man while u niggas still tryna be the dope mannigga ian

to the moon
Don't need a spaceship, I'm off them shrooms
Up by the sun, I still keep my cool
Got all this space, but I still keep my tool
You niggas need class,

bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah
Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet
Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up with Ziploc

start to run
Even in your dreams I'll be haunting ya
When I lock you up back in Arkham, son
Cobblepot, quit doddlin'
That's as fast as you can waddle man

can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs
They

it simple i was always by the clearance
And as a result man my confidence lacked
I was immigrant kid i didn't know how to act
In the seventh grade man

ask that bitch)
The law think I'm major, I'm just average (Man, I swear) (Lil Gunna)
And these niggas after pussy while I'm after chips (While I'm after

booming and bunking, burning QP's by the onion
Go count up a ticket or something
The mission the money
The money, the mission, and that's on Malitia
My

press
Bitches tryna lock up my heart like cardiac arrest
Best dressed since a Lil' Nigga
At grammar school I would show up' with New Jordans and hilfiger

Do It for H Town

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

And Lil Wayne was working harder too
All of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
If you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote

you 
Bruce Wayne to you lames y’all some jokers
I’m just tryna stack my bread like a cold cut
Have my niggas crack yo egg you get yoked up
Real playas