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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking up with this shit
club
I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap
This aint a
is life!

Its been a long time get me accuainted with the famous
You know how 0 my aim is
range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In 300 like lee knightis
in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute

Check my armor no in my stones

ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang its the wanted war
was so fly, now we bought anotha store
Screaming out thug pouring belve on ya heart
Money I'm involved it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take ot,
We before I had a goatee, I to bag the OC

Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up this

Stashin by the old tree, moving by leaf
Drama let the lama niggas like Charles Oaklee
dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, up on the necklace
And I keep them clipse on a
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I it all

Yeah, word to my nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the will I starr
Im the nigga, Chris fucking Paul
out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop thousand and then fuck it off
King of the hell got em bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin

Black Superman, I'm a butter law
I put hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be strong

Blindfold your bitch toss her in the
After the first 48 that bitch smelling a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
Dont be any game you on tellin rap the bunks
The club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog that eat cats for lunch
Im like I aint trapped in months
So actin stunt my glock packed a punch

Or have em catch em when send the

Leave your head wrapped up months, I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all out whats up jiggas
I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ its my b day, force power
my hood like its an olympic relay
My Flow on time, no delay
I rais a million send it off to CHILE

Word to my red cross, I dont fuck redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money with Dre and Pharrell on threeway
28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop cop, and then I tennis shit
and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to it in

Dam that was good, but I'm still

And I'm living it, I be out in shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness
say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the of Compton I would get it in
I was andre, benjamin
Now I slide through in my woman friend

She like on sinners in, yeah

You sip me hills, expensive whines sell
It aint tricking, I just spend on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, sweet
Back see like a make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse chrome glock
Jay Electronica, this a shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the
I was the turtle when the I make the rabbit feelin

Yea keep wantin

Houseing by the subway, through the projects
to the mucialago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the
Talking ratchets, touched a fucking automatic
Drama is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, it whith my other classics

Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm to killem

trash baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, get your packs
I do it for the nigga, fuck them placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its still the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a of traps
Put the g's where can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
Catch em in the club, thats I stomp em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a bat

I tell you bout fucking rats

even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottle of and I twist the cat
Sit back the nba play or some rolla back
Real fat, yeah, all I do is bread
In the hood on the war like a fucking
Two nines on your back one sack,
This my block and you niggas cant trap

you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah

Im killing niggas, I should have a tattes
Celebrate death, toast bottles and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, come through burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 curbes
The B S H just blaze in this
The cars outside, the in this muthafucka
I should let off a straighs in this muthafuck
that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck

Yo, tell your friends to get wit my

Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate
Between me now and 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap jack
Cause I be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I trip Pounds
Im ball bitches, till I knock em all down

Like the 93 Pac, I Get

Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle
Navigate my way to the south, I used to trap hoe
way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have lost a friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in RAV4
But now I up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag low, get you you ask for

Sometimes I can be a asshole

In the bake my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger
Im in a club with a glock, nigga what
me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour on her
Hit her from the back and half of the laker game on her

Dont put the back on, too many cunt on it

to train on her, call carl toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star 2
You know what, it atftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and it
Helicopter outside, I'm surrounded
Have in the jungles till the fuckin feds found
Mama son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the

Dont make me think we got camels dogs and guns

Aks pompey, he was there he can it
it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about
And any ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his throat slid
Cut em like filet and throw em off the boat bitch

Feed em to the then dock the yacht

Oil in the water, damn the ocean so
Time to finish off this niggas on some coat shit
Its a drug war, life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking a muffun sack

Roll up the d's well if you want em nigga

I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin
You should get a fight with California, come with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck that
Take it down in and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' boarder patrol cuffin that
I trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up owly, keep lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap my punchin bag