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1:

Now of all keep my name off record,
I'm internationally known, respected
I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a long line of hoes like fire
It's just the rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you make at your at my crowd
There'll be ashes to ashes and to dust,
The moment we bump heads nigga the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to
Cause about it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe to cover up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom why they on my nuts,
And all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house
Yeah!

2:

Aye you're a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me with the blicky and use it
as I express murder through music,
I've been a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't me,
We together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm a mile away,
You're nobody, you can die
I'm MJ, fuck you're man say,
I got a new that's hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on off the cron cron
It to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drunk, flip yo wip
He shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man gonna stop when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside to jamrock
And I be seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the your dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin'
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I cause I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your
I be set for a week while I'm back the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a of bread
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', at the Holiday Inn,
a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
victim to my matol again,
You're off, and I will not follow a trend,
Go call boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede seats with the grey in,
It's plain to see, you change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, figures in ice,
I bet the price on the of the dice,
with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on top
And I be five miles from the block man

4:

Aye, you talk like you're rich but really got a home,
and in everybodies video but your own
New York is the sound, I walk with a pound,
now the of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
You nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you from the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I it,
Don't trip that'll get ya hit in your madolah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga argue the rugger,
Have a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the one to come,
your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't to nothin',
Even my momma know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of plan since the sonogram

5:

Yo who but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the that he flew,
I embrace the new jack assuming true,
But he was soft as a so I auctioned him off, man
That ain't no way to to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm from the heliport to the porche,
With my bitch that walks like a horse
When I floss, it's for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you need or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now feelin' sorry on they porch,
I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't a run compared to shit we done,
The got more land then Area 51,
You take one of your whole family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they ain't for you,
Man this is for the that's boxed up,
For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep and can't bend,
I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take of those and sit 'em in a chain,
rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I ain't your regular in the game, I'm on,
I'm a soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
The same in the winter, blade the skully,
I'm hotter then the phone booth of the deli,

7:

You're now in the of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, on 24's with a 4 inch lip, prick,
This nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that fith when I'm slow,
cause I stand out like shit in the ya know
I'm around in the city with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
With the blue shit from the stick,
You thinkin' clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a letter
to my shit, your raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put granny in a a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the last verse, I third,
bullshit second, and get the first.
Pop the champagne, let the on the bus blow,
monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
Now we got the game on smash, the real respect us,
the rest well, all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong
Spend your on me, I make the song hott,
The rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
My big like my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a life wasn't as pretty,
I got a and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da doljah, wip and a rover, a Soldier

8:

I'm one of the realest that did it,
Anything you ever me on I shitted,
I spread the to the masses and he bit it,
got a drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas would love to fry his hat,
put a Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one of a summer,
Game was a groupie, they made a flick about bitchass nigga's he be in a movie
I'm in a beach palm tree and ja'causei,
Bad me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and tough for you,
Pepper spray your eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, no man more important then paper.

Videos

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