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Get Ready. Get Steady.
Spaghetti Shredded.
Heavy debted.
For get jelly-spread.
The let me let it.
go Lindsey at it.
coke addicts envy.
n nicole n britneys habit.
cass, a rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
if i feel da static. i the matic. yall gets the static.
the cal. will go sporedic. (bling). not so radical
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im *heared* as an Afghani
im poppa's tool when im trying to yall Hailly Marias
a risk *eating brew fever*, stare at dis.
u dont live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a therapist.
my M.O.B. get that money. even no T. no penalty.
when no C. that dinero B. all i see mentally.
i shift yall from to automatic physically.
cant infiltrate my men in street.
we in da - you industry.
LARCENY, N****. march wit us.
if not, cass put em on sum whole nother chart us.
Bags.

Yeah, That's What I'm Talkin' Bout Gunz,
We Gotta Refresh Niggas Memories,
I Guess They Got Amnesia And Forgot We Bout Our Business. Lets Get Em'

I got my on my damn cock/
And i coped a gun so big it could probubly handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn
Is like Fericon eatin hamhocks/
Imma but im slicker than a damn fox/
cool since pre-school playin in the sand box/
Imma hustla i used to hand tha na'
I can stand on the corner sellin after gram ha'/
And no im not japan ha'/
It just like its asian in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/
I in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/
But i keep the ak and the razor wit me/
I ball hard so other ballers is to stick me/
Cuz if i get fouled ill shoot the teck/
And you can be the nigga ill shoot to def/
I wild-out,But if i foul out ill the ref/
Im happy when im in the coupe' but the depressed/
Cuz i always put them down the trunk is i put them now/
I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my
I been the man, you should put the on my dome/
im on the havin conference callz/ wit millionare "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/
And i tryna take a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the cops send you ^ north like the ya'll/
I was 17 living out in yanker
Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow was bonkers ya'll/
I can lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and kiss too/
you can ask DMX, the female Pitt 2/ and they'll let you know all the battles i had to get
You can ask sheek about how i had to eat/
thousands of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the
But no money in battlin'/
And i had to
I can spit reckless but i had to make a hit
And now i make hit record hit record/ And i make chicks get naked like this check it/
I juss lick my on some LL shit/
and make em' laugh on some david chappelle
and they be on some go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' hard on some just got out of jail shit/
The innocent man, been in the
And i neva made a never been on the stand/
And its all the benjamins man...real talk/
and you dude cant walk in my timbalands
and m y sneeks dont fit you/ the streets fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i throw back
and smoke pot the of a Apple Jacks box/
I rap but i crack rocks/
And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the smacks box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!