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“Earthquake!”

My neighbors keep on twitchin’ ’bout my Rock ’n’ Roll
The dishes in their kitchen dance ’n’ skate ’n’ fall
Hell no… that ain’t enough…

Ya never seen a man in the Kitchen
Put it in the pot watch me whip it
Wallace with the vision
Four, four door when I kick in
One in the head with

you to clean and keep food in the kitchen

I need you to be there to tell me to chill

Anytime you hear me talking bout quitting 

Grow with me, broke

flex my muscle 
It was never bout the hustle 
It’s bout my family
Money  just a cap 
Over my cavities 
Lost to  many  of my friends
To police brutality

try n' beat around the bush, if you see some you want then fuckin' say some
Remember we was younger we was sittin' in the kitchen, we was starvin' we

and you still got my last from me[00:52.97]I don't want you to control the vibe You don't know how to control a crowd[00:56.26]If the police come and roll

All these wounds I be turning into wisdom
Police tryna take us out I'm screaming fuck the system
We moving as a team, you put shots and I'll assist

Damn right, y'all don't know me I don't give a fuck, I don't trust nan niggas
Y'all niggas know y'all been the police Y'all niggas love runnin' game

चाक़ू-चलारे-फुगारे बनारे
Now don't look behind
We're next in line
Back on my grind
Got a god of mentality, हस्ता मैं poker
Facing-the-face of fatality-police brutality

Yeah, Premo
Operating the senator's car when you were detained by city police with $20,000 in cash
Beg for mercy, wake up early, on the block with

The kitchen

Wanna see the Nikes on my feet
Checks so large y'all can't even compete
My music like candy, but shit is not sweet, Talkin' bout Nike this shit is

Like, bitch, you really are a liar, I don't fuck with that
I be in the kitchen cooking, yeah, I am a chef That's probably why my pockets said they really

alibis
Tell her shit so she can memorize
Go to sleep nigga, Rock a Bye
Orad only fuck with concubines
Tell the police I ain't see nothing
Shit I be color

don't get no sleep
I'm feelin' like Pac in that Beamer, its fuck the police
You hear my name in these counties, they say I sold grease
Fire, if I put

tell you to listen

You either dive with the crew in the kitchen and whipping or dip
Just make a decision
We can just tell by the way that you shoot
If

a few (it’s a hand me down)

If police asking questions I ain’t tellin no (nothing)
And they came with the pape
Right on schedule (punctual)
I think it’s

friends dead, so where is my Uzi
I'm in the kitchen I'm servin up Suzie
I emptied my cup, I'm droopy, yeah
Came with the sticks
Jumping like Jordan, in '96

at KY when the police boxed us in
Looked around at my nigga told him, take it to the chin
We got money to make bond then we back on the road doin it again

Make Me Better

Ah lotto Talk to em

I got clips like movies, see the police warn a brother.
Ice around my neck, in living color we the Winan

palpant 
Il a les yen-clis mais il a pas le plan 
Montent les negros comme  un Balkan
J’attends la passe je cours Running back 
La police classe tout renies

on the floor
Bed, kitchen, shower
Can come get your issue
That pussy I love to provoke
My lul cheerleader
When I'm in your city
Please bring all your friends

Passing through hades gate at least
My bitches bitchen
Girls from the streets, she wasnt made for a kitchen
Street bitches lying
then they snitching
Talking

when I'm weighin' da pound
Hustle da business I'm makin' my rounds
No mo doin' dishes we gon' stay eatin' out
Only got a kitchen cuz it came wit da house

An enemy of deputies

The block is hotter than volcanos
The police going insano
And these niggas fake like play dough
Got me redder than tomatoes
I connect