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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.
coke addicts envy.
n nicole richie n habit.
cass, a lotta rappers militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet.
if i da static. i peel the matic. yall gets the static.
the cal. will go sporedic. (bling). thats not so
come to no establishment.
U broke-nose, for to mike jones my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im *heared* as an Afghani
im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly
Take a risk *eating fever*, stare at dis.
u dont M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist.
N*** my M.O.B. get that money. no T. no penalty.
no C. that dinero B. That all i see mentally.
i shift yall manual 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 nother chart from us.
Bags.

Yeah, That's I'm Talkin' Bout Cory Gunz,
We Gotta Refresh Niggas Memories,
I They 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 probubly kill
I aint a rat, me talkin to the cops/
Is like Fericon eatin hamhocks/
Imma but im slicker than a damn fox/
Been since pre-school playin in the sand box/
Imma hustla i to hand tha gram na'
I can on the corner sellin gram after gram ha'/
And no im not from japan
It just look like its in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/
I in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/
But i still keep the ak and the wit me/
I ball hard so ballers is afraid to stick me/
Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly the teck/
And you can be the next nigga ill shoot to
I wild-out,But if i foul out ill the ref/
Im when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/
Cuz i put them down the trunk is where i put them now/
I got doe, ever 0 put a pound in my hand/
I been the man, you put the crown on my dome/
im on the phone havin conference wit millionare "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/
And i aint tryna take a life i got a contience
Plus the cops send you ^ north like the ya'll/
I was 17 living out in ya'll/
to RuffRiders wit a flow that was bonkers ya'll/
I can even lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and kiss
you can ask DMX, the female Pitt 2/ and let you know all the battles i had to get threw/
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 but i had to make a hit record/
And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make get naked like this check it/
I juss lick my lips on some LL
and make em' on some david chappelle shit/
and they be on some go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' hard dick on some got out of jail shit/
The man, been in the Can/
And i neva made a never been on the stand/
And its all about the benjamins man...real
and you dude cant walk in my man/
and m y dont fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i back shots/
and smoke pot the color of a Apple box/
I rap but i sold rocks/
And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the honey box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!