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start on the beam
Sitting with the choppa
Pop it off let it scream
I don’t trust anyone
If they dickride for my team
I don’t care for your dream
Think you

'm in the Paris by the Eiffel

Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee

hunnid[01:29.32]These bitches on my dick, on my jock[01:31.49]They know that I'm the kid, they know I'm gon' pop[01:33.94]I'm gon' fizz like the shit I drop inside my

hate on the wave til they hop on the shit
So you might as well gone head n pop yo lil shit like this

Pop 1 Pop 2
Cock this pop you
Big plate more food

the lime marked on graves of innocence.
I feel the pain, passed to me by he who feeds.
I feel the hope drain, from the shells of those who plead. 

II.

a hot head he wanna be like me but i told him chill out
Its only 2 places for niggas thats on the path you on
You going down the wrong path i'll hate

I Got like 32 hunnids stuffed all in my pocket 
The other one holdin my glock
Talk shit, I pull it out and I cock it 
Aim at your head and i pop it

I been doing fucking laps
Like a racecar
All the ones hate my raps
In a graveyard
Got a couple on my side
Know who they are
Imma put em on my back

like I'm crushed by tons of lead
I'll say a prayer cut my last bread
Because today my story changed it's course a new path it has led
Me to a place I

basic
And if it's smoke, then it's smoke come and show me, don't just say it
Bitch, I'm a demon, you can see it in my eyes
Got 32 inside this clip, I let

DEADCRW)
Do you hate me? I want some answers
It's seems to be that you don't want me like im cancer
& my pops? I'd like to meet before a counselor
Why

Rich snowman from the 38
Reach my gang and we jumpin' on your head
It's a leg lock
Hey lemme talk about somebody I know
He did cocaine 'til he was 32

niggas packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os
And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, I done killed your protection

like they doing a sermon
You can't even hate on me, I worked for it I been deserved it

You stand infront of the mirror and point your gun you a thug in

to put me down
Niggas ain’t touching my sound
Smoking this weed by the pound
See how they hate on me
See how they hate on me clowns

I’ve just been

you going through
So I'm by myself I'm getting faded till my face is blue
Tell me that you hate me baby cause I fucking hate me too
Tell me that you

Awoke; desperately reach for a toke
Flem in my throat; i’ve been touched by the foul
No hope; thrown no bones; no rope
Another night the symphony

(go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can't stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In

quits
I love it when I'm stuck
But hate it when I trip
I make daydreams come alive
Yeah I pop pills to pass the time
Days go by, no time to rewind
I

pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this

Been Around the World

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this

I spread hate
Then I vacate, but wait
Who dares to cross this path? Yo, I do you like math
Cut ya with glass make a bloodbath
So on behalf of all

Talkin' crazy, that A.R.P. lower your tone
32 shots, call that boy Karl Malone
Glock 17 with a switch on the back, when I spray it, I'ma swing that bitch

'm the wrinkled faced veteran surviving bloodbaths
Got all my battle training from my good Uncle Sam
So I can get you with the leather man, and split you in half