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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. 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!!!!!!!!!!