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Heeyo
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this
Breakfast
I to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
aint a mixtape
is life!

Its been a long time get me with the world famous
You how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome
In this 300 like lee
Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in arm and let them penetrate
Leaning with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the are new york minute made

my armor no clouds in my stones

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

Yeah, scale nigga, what up ghost this

Stashin by the old tree, by coke leaf
let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana b r c k esses
And em in a lexus
Im fat like Preciouse, Christ 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, I want it all

Yeah, to my kids nigga, I want it all

Nascar game, why the fuck I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and fuck it off
of the hell got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she soft

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

Blindfold your bitch her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the
be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga no crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for
Im hungry like I aint trapped in
So nigga actin stunt my glock a punch

Or have em em when send the pinebox

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

Word to my red cross, I dont with redcross

Im all mad EA, I'm in VA
Money talks Dre and Pharrell on threeway
28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I winning shit
I just drop then cop, and I tennis shit
and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In for the benefits 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 hungry

And I'm living it, I be out in venice
say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams
If T.I.P is then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting five get it in
Cause I the city 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 perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap
Big phantoms, wheels
Back see like a club make bitches eat pills
Take patrone to the purse with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, this a dome
So I had to it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit

Yea keep nigga

Houseing by the subway, fillin the projects
Come to the or for an object
Number one prospect, the day I was drafted
matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking
this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 an running, throw it whith my other classics

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

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

I tell you bout this rats

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

Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head yeah

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

Yo, tell friends to get wit my friends

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

the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud

Cuffles by the staircase, crack backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge packs yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat
Blast foes, my rap can never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that
But now I pull up in the truck with the board
the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for

Sometimes I can be a fucking

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

Dont put the back on, too many cunt on it

When to train on her, call carl
em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it too
Put a little smoke it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, I'm surrounded
Have spot in the till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a announcement
I got 5 million in the and the couches

Dont make me think we got camels dogs and guns

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

Feed em to the shark dock the yacht

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

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

I split the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You should get a fight with California, come with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young with that
Dont bring back 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