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Tell 'em you don't know me, ay know me
Pay attention let me tell you what it's gon' be 
You know that I don't give a fuck if you know me 
You know that I

on shit we did
Cause that ain't gangsta, I learned that from the older niggas, they was my peers
I heard that boy mad bout a bitch, I tell 'em "it is what

That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car

that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies

with them bricks saying
I got nothing on 'em look at the jack boys
Let 'em run up on 'em
And I be dumping on 'em
Yeah, I got something for 'em
Glock

nigga drinking all my secrets when my nut cum
The tell him give it back all on my face boy when you bust one
By the time I eat em up
Them tired bitches

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah aj you
Snapped on this beat bro yeah yeah skrr

So tell me how do you feel
When you feeling cold got you stressing alone
I

you dead wrong
We gone spill you like sum milk
Tell my opp to mop his nigga
Someone toss dat boy a quilt
Ion play around
Put a dent in you like dimples

It ain’t my fault they music be dirt


Older bitch she a flirt
Smokin ole boy that got put on that shirt
Hit em where it hurt
I be waiting they say

You ain't gotta say too much
By the look in ya eyes
I can tell you want my body
You ain't gotta say too much
By the look in ya eyes
I can tell you

How did that happen
Tell me how did that happen
How do you go from my boy to a hoe
Nigga how did that happen
He thought it was sweet cause he ain't

Yenkakyerewo
Make dem tell you before yh
I still dey rise when dem want make we fall yh

Russo back again
Joeynado
Tell 'em say New Gen back again
Wah mi seh
We

men.
""Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let 'em go,
""Climb the grape vine 'round and round, boys let's do-ce-do!
""You Mavericks, join

boy
Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois
Autotune my raps now, every show we strapped now
They crazy, actin' like you bustin', you get clapped

me
Boy these streets a fuck you over boy that bitch stay horny
Let's  go

I be posted by my lonely can't let the devil harm me
Boy these streets a fuck

I say that pain never heal foreal that money keep me going foreal
I was blinded by yo love tell me why you left foreal
Them drugs get inside me I

you sing
You got some grit in your blood, so tell me son, where you from
I said I'm

c hard workin man I was raised by the sea
There's whole lot of boys

Cannon

Busta Rhymes

The Crown [27 Tracks]

2006

sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
And tell him catch up like

night 
Probably drinking too much Sprite 
And When you tell em about me homie you better tell em right 

I'm still the one with the money 
I'm still one

doing well
It's the truth they never tell, only my mother gon' be by my side if I end up in jail
She be telling me to praise the lord, or I'll end up in

it's not about the paper
Friends no they fakers i see through ya make up
Run and tell it then i'll have to gun em all
6 feet the body put ya soul in

You Know What It Is, Man aha Aha Ha

Clipse yeah natasha yeah
Darkchild

M Ella

He Sick Over Your Hun you Doing Your Thing
We Make Em Trick Over

the balancers, anyway
I had a good day
Lil mama just hit for a thirty K
The plug just sent 'em right from the bay
You know that I caught 'em, I sold 'em
They

with your stance
Girl I know you work that 9-5 grind I can tell by the benz

And you really be the realest ya
I send you the track and you like damn boy