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to get free lunch, and the
city bus used to cost a dime
Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties
Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties
Uh, Uh, I'm Comin'
Watch ya back, I'm Comin
Big Will bringin Y2K
Feel the Earth tremble
See the skies turn red
Eclipses shootin' stars you turned
Scottie, I'm on that antidote
That Broccoli that D.R.A.M gave me got me movin' slow mo
This big, I'm countin' my blessings like I'm Sean
See the Future
Better not make me mad
Got the things that'll make the news
I don't mean to break the rules
But look at what you made me do
Never heard of dog food
And Joe's got a beat, I like the rhythm
That's bro like I'm his sibling
If you ain't noticed, my addiction
Lies within lines, white and printed
Best handle
the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place
the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place
to an island, money Ol' Joe Biden
What do I get?, What am I buyin'? Need the baguettes
I'm in the drop top with my side hoe
Got the big booty, that's a wide load
big blessed shit fall out the sky it's like young Timothy with me
Bet I Turner cause we earing ya' know transparency is key
Yo chick chose me cause she
on the other cards
Whatever you think, add a few on
Skeps told me "haunt this
Make these fuckers scream, joe"
If you've got it, flaunt it
Let these bitch niggas
a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome
The little things I could get in my big
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me
your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
These is the days of sparkin', I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runni'n in
your life,baby)
Ooo, yeah
These is the days of sparkin', I used to roll with Rob Profit
Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
Runni'n in
There ain't no man
Gonna invade my territory
There ain't nobody out there
Gonna mess with me
Because I'm big and hard and battle scarred
dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggas won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me
But you never see Joe look
music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban 'em)
You can't break me never made me
Busta soft ass beats this Outlaw style got a
Brother off
I stopped by Dillard's, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts
They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch
But that ain't my bitch, don't even know why I
a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa
Want me to come to her room
It's a big difference between me and you
Imma win in everything that I do
You can just tell by the way that I move
Fresh
to buy four
When the streets got dry, had to grab five more
Get it by a plane, you can get it by a boat
Walk got signed, now they givin' out hope
You
the roles switched
(Yeah, you should probably ask about me, bitch
Cause what if the roles switched)
Look
But what if the roles switched
I was big dog, you was
bredrin Dave
Dave said enemy are on the estate
What They're not from my way
Fuck around I'll bring a big AK
But your girl can come my way
How can you ask
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
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