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Chokeslammed to the ground by God himself
I thought I told you to rap battle the em
Ugh can I have your attention please
Fan the fire of redemption

fucking with my rank 
Im on GTA , shit this nigga got a tank 
Hmu Bbg, you know I got that dank 
Im coming real loud with the sound It's my fate

real hard to fight when its night
I juss close my eyes and I wake up when theres light
Someone Tell me why god never lost a fight
If you understand my

they hold, never fold yo soul

Exaggerations, Fabrications,
The only real thing about you is that you have a really good imagination
I really imagine

on cruise keep control by my dolo
Copping the order I know that I'm wit it
Slide wit the gators they get all the fishes
Roar like a lion I been moving vicious

making tracks that bump
Rattle your brain from the bass in the trunk
Taking over real quick one by one
Always on point like a blowgun
Don't come with

creeping by the blinds 
Searching for his kingdom tryna leave this world behind

I just want to let the soul breathe
Angels been around me all week
You ain't

small
Bet you feeling feeling real tall yah yah
Looking down from the end so long

I gotta let you know 
That you do it for me
I gotta let you know 
That

see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy

thinkin he can't get touched for real
Kill be killed, packaged deal, aint no love when in da field
Stainless steel, fucka deal, no matter what I'll never

I hope it hit you 
All the pain I went through
That’s should be a technical foul
Really hope they kick you out
For real
(Woah)
You dropped the ball so

Get the Drop on Em

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm

Ego Tripping Out

Marvin Gaye

In Our Lifetime

1981

for
Got a sweet tooth for the chick on the floor
Walking in my shoes
Walking to the beat
Still got some love inside
Some good old body heat

Oh

Gangsta Tears

Nas

Exit Wounds

2001

Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To' back, know dat

Written by
Tami Laguerre

Produced by
St. John Paull

Thank you for waiting for me
I'm so grateful you waited for me
My eyes were blind I couldn't

source
He gave it to us for a cheap cost, for prices we all could eat off
A real street dog
The type of nigga that y'all niggas be studying learning
how

Right flow on this
First time I met you probably was in hell dude
You know all the things I did to get by you
Do you know all the things I did in

Heaven's Present
Can you feel it?
Yo
Our souls are golden, I know that I am chosen
Far from the average Joe, listen close I will expose it
As I grew

mind
Waiting for discord to answer every single word we write
Is this the soul we stole from the world?
Is this a sound of what it takes to create

sleeping on me it gets me real mad and
I ain't even rapping off beat i'm putting waves on it
Bitch i'm always packing up my heat i'll microwave on it
Surf it

looking for
other direction.
I don't think I can make it real
what you want me, to do.
Please, hold me.
I'm not your pet at all.
Don't rely on me.
No halo

And lose you by my side, baby

Cross the seven seas
Drive along the streets
Write along a beat
Bring you home with me
Kiss you in the heat
Smoke a little

the green faces
Or skirt chasing
My heart racing
Cuz real niggas rarely get places
I don't do it for the money
Every time I move the money do
Everybody

Streets cold try an take my soul I'm puttin heat on niggas like a chinchilla 
Streets hot had to work the glock finna hit the road too a Fat villa 
Room