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

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

I got my on my damn cock/
And i coped a gun so big it could kill handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the cops/
Is lewis Fericon eatin hamhocks/
Imma gorilla but im than a damn fox/
Been cool since playin in the sand box/
Imma hustla i used to hand tha na'
I can stand on the corner sellin gram after gram
And no im not from japan
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 still keep the ak and the wit me/
I ball hard so other ballers is afraid to me/
Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly shoot the
And you can be the next nigga ill to def/
I wild-out,But if i out ill shoot the ref/
Im happy when im in the coupe' but the depressed/
Cuz i put them down the trunk is where i put them now/
I got doe, ever since 0 put a in my hand/
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 tryna a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the cops you ^ north like the compass ya'll/
I was 17 living out in ya'll/
to RuffRiders 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 female 2/ and they'll let you know all the battles i had to get threw/
You can ask dragon sheek about how i had to
thousands of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the
But aint no money in
And i had to
I can spit reckless but i had to make a hit
And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make chicks get naked like check it/
I juss my lips on some LL shit/
and make em' laugh on some david chappelle
and they be on lets go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' dick on some just got out of jail shit/
The innocent man, in the Can/
And i neva a statement never been on the stand/
And its all the benjamins man...real talk/
and you cant walk in my timbalands man/
and m y sneeks dont fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit
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 like the frogs on the honey smacks box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!