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[Cory

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

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

I got my hand on my cock/
And i coped a gun so big it could kill handcock/
I a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/
Is like Fericon eatin hamhocks/
Imma gorilla but im slicker than a fox/
Been cool since pre-school playin in the sand
Imma hustla i used to tha gram na'
I can on the corner sellin gram after gram ha'/
And no im not from japan
It just look like its asian in me/ cuz i keep the in me/
I in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/
But i still the ak and the razor wit me/
I ball hard so other is afraid to stick me/
Cuz if i get ill probubly shoot the teck/
And you can be the next ill shoot to def/
I wild-out,But if i foul out ill shoot the
Im happy when im in the coupe' but the depressed/
Cuz i always put them down the is where i put them now/
I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my
I been the man, you should put the crown on my
im on the phone havin conference callz/ wit millionare "yeah" what i accomplished ya'll/
And i aint take a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the cops send you ^ like the compass ya'll/
I was 17 living out in ya'll/
Signed to wit a flow that was bonkers ya'll/
I can lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and kiss too/
you can ask DMX, the Pitt 2/ and they'll let you know all the battles i had to get threw/
You can ask dragon sheek how i had to eat/
of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the streets/
But aint no money in
And i had to
I can reckless but i had to make a hit record/
And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make chicks get like this check it/
I juss lick my lips on some LL
and make em' laugh on some david shit/
and they be on some go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' hard dick on just got out of jail shit/
The innocent man, in the Can/
And i neva made a statement been on the stand/
And its all the benjamins man...real talk/
and you dude cant walk in my man/
and m y sneeks fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i throw shots/
and smoke pot the color of a Jacks box/
I rap but i crack rocks/
And had the block jumpin like the on the honey smacks box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!