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Freestyle

Lil C

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 16

2015

why'all can kiss our ass

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be	-you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that

Freestyle

Mista Madd

Can I Live? (Screwed)

2000

why'all can kiss our ass

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be	-you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that

I'm fin to get ya man's
I ain't even count yet somehow know the amount
When it's more I be doing that dance
Didn't even hit the ceiling yet shit getting

them
We will stuff them and cook them up man
I like knees for dinner, breakfast and lunch
That doesn't mean I don't have any time to crunch (Lunch)
I

out
Hear me out
I’m blind on my left side
Deaf on my right eye
So don’t waste ya time
With that side eye
It’s something I don’t abide by
But if you’d

****,****
I'll bust your **** ****,****

Listen to the **** when he open up his mouth
Be quiet, you can hear them **** call
Listen to the **** when he open up

Whisper: “...eternal, eternal”

Verse 1
I got some flops and titties, I often walk in pity
I wanna rock the 6-pack and be as hard as steel-e
I

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man. I'm movin' like French Montana
Haaa
Awful hard to slang dick in these overalls
My bark done turned into a bite

Research the patterns secretly wrote
Now to inner stand that 1/5 a man
To participate you must understand
But to over stand disrupt some plans
Can get you

FINNA COST THEM
AND THEY SHOULD HAVE LEARNED IT BY NOW BUT

I CANNOT BE STOPPED YOU KNOW WE GOING UP
THIS WAS GODS PLAN YOU CANT SLOW IT UP
PRAYING ON MY

to be out of focus, I gotta buy the bitch a new lotus, I am the Best they already know this, workin so hard finna get a promotion, I got em wonderin what

Wreckage where a man should be 
Another sailor is all at sea 

I am lost I am lost 
How can I outrun this storm 
That filled the day that I was born 

I am

rap
Gotta keep it simple
Everybody credentials say they whippin' up the trap
But I know you all
Ya image really show it all
Don't be showin' off and end

a b-boy much, the native intelligence, the hip hop elements
I boom to the bap, rap and spit lyrics, created in the image, that many men mimmick
swing from

boxes, ain't really the sentimental type
I keep ‘em ‘cause they nicely written
Might be trippin' but I don't think I am
Called the receptionist like, where

loc
I ain't got no plans to be playing with no lil hoe
Man these niggas scan they be scamming thats on lil bro
Riding through the Northside with my

Freestyle

Slim Thug

Boss King, Southern Lean, Vol.3

2007

why'all can kiss our ass

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be	-you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that

talent its something you can't rehearse
Always going forward never in reverse
What's Behind you
You should be blind to, must I remind you
Been living in

ring in hell doesn't believe in pain
They only take from others and be receiving gains
It's like a road with some uneven lanes
I am not a being with

rhymes
On this beat
24/7 me den niggas no dey sleep
Sipping Hennessey we be killing all the beat
Hopping on the stage everybody on they feet
Rha! Huh!
I

Yeah, all these crosses they be throwin', you know, shew-shewin
Talkin' behind a nigga name, throwin' salt
I'm on your trail
All these lies

I can

Got you running wild.
Rather kill then get some money
Nigga living like some clowns
Tryna make it out im thugging
Bitch I can't be hell bound
Favor what

I'm gonna be alright 

Because I'm a god fearing man, the only god I understand 

 

So please just don't ask why 

The noblesse oblige and we don't ask

the risk all the money for Prodigy
If i don't live tomorrow I was proud of me
Living like nothing will ever bothered me
If it ain't real no apology
By myself