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out little bow wows
This is our town bout to go down
Want smoke now bring it all out
Look them all up start to call out
Any pig not getting with

yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played
On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit
On my

lie
Dap me up, pack me a fatty, I'm happy
Outside we all takin' a rip, and we die

Buddy, my money ain't blue, like the sky
Red is my color, I'm cool by

bleed
Better bow out little bow wows
This is our town bout to go down
Want smoke now bring it all out
Look 'em all up start to call out
Any pig not

his day still comin' (wow)
I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like comments
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no

You can get on everyone time
Everybody fine
You got nothing to mind
But when ain't nobody by your side
Ain't no cameras for the blogs
No recordings

Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't
Think I'd be back, did ya?
How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underdog
But no matter how loud that I bark,

it ain't me, I, I, real rap I am about to paper mache my dick 
I won't even lie about that
I got, you know, the ingredients is right in front of me

Where I'm going 
I'll need some help 
Where I'm going
I ain't worried bout my health

Where I'm going In the absence
King sipping out this chalice

im juvi Ain't worried bout yo lil threats u dont move me
Put da thunder to yo head now u yugi
I put my city on put my city on
And I ain't ever gonna

on me
(Brrrt)
I aint even wakin em up
Bitch im tip toeing n stackin my green
(Stackin them up)
Thinkin im crazy
Been talkin to jackson
Like look at tha

thinkin' he goin' ham
We'll push up and put shit in your face, nigga, b
Bake niggas bout my bread
I got a oven, I don't play bout cake, nigga, you Crazy, you

Outgunned, great! Cuz
Opinions are like mixtapes
Everybody's got one
They find it so surprising
I just keep rising
Talking bout
"Wow
When you gonna
bow out?

ain't puttin' me on (hahaha, ah)
High steppin' on the bricks like Deon
I fucked up the Summer (I did!)
Make sure you tell 'em niggas back there in

through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how

Be rambling all day girl just give me some knowledge
But if you wanna talk bout them dollars I will hear you out
Yea just run that right by me
I'll

rapping
I had to often adapt
Talked to God but I'm not sure if He ever talked to me back
I rep Europe, ain't got to tell you
You could probably tell by my

you
But i cannot let you wreck
My heart and my mental
Bitch this shit ain't no rental
You hurt me when i was there right by your side
Standing ten toes

Guerrilla flows
Still on that same shit, same time
Still from that same clique, same side

Real niggas ain't impressed by the stories they bring
When it's all

projected will have your mind questioning
Thinking you big and strong, when really your brain's infested
Reminder that you ain't shit
Stay humble or get

All I Know

Jazze Pha

From tha Roota to tha Toota

2002

ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray

[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up

of day
I'm always thinkin' 'bout you can't get you up off my mind
Can't keep telling myself it's my fault 'cause I know I tried
How could you look me in

Hook

All tha bad bitches love to get naughty when they step into tha Gangsta Party

Shake somethin’ twerk somethin’ girl move that body when you

(community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin'