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friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng

flick of her tongue,

Don’t really care about nothing,
You done set me up,
Girl I’ma call my mama,
Feel like what the fuck,
Don’t act like I’m crazy,
I

They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I

Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two

Came to the club in all black with the whole squad
Got me lookin like batman
If she wanna throw it back I'mma tap that
Hold up pause I don't want no

every now and then, I gotta get my rocks off
If you wanna make gravel, you go where the rocks are
There was a dime by the juke box, baby
Sippin on a PBR,

is the start
Mom nah my mom trust my mom
So where do we go when we die
So where do you see yourself in ten years
My number one goal is
I just wanna see

thinkin a perm
I'm thinking big chopping get back to my birth
My lips is the fullest
Rep black to the fullset
On black girl shit til I get back in the earth

to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card

Blackman

RaRa

Us or Else

2016

strapped all summer long
And you know it

Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it

you got here too late for them to fix you 
a plate, get up early tomorrow and wait for the bus 
and let them play your voice and hand it back. it's

Osbourne
Suck up on my cock till you got lock jaw
Sipping that rikky I mix the cup more
Search you out till you cum I wanna fuck more
Hold on baby girl I'm

wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like

Blue bands, blue bands, blue bands
Yeah the money come fast thats a lot of blue bands 
All these hundred dollar bills really dirty up my hands 
Kids

Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand

really wanna do this shit
But if my music is not amusing enough for
You, I guess I gotta shoot you, bitch
Stupid trick
Make you disappear like a stupid

what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In

lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty

cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come

I put fear in you

liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in

the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed

a chain
And a range and a pinky ring, bling, bling
And all my niggas here
They about to kill this shit
What you say Nast?

Hold up dog, Nast in this bitch

The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go

chance
Don't hold back

I sure don't do Pilates
But I do like pie and lattes
And that's a metaphor for getting naughty
If you like poems you can come to my