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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 nicole n britneys habit. cass, a lotta rappers 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 jones my Ozone. embarrassment shit im *heared* as an terrorist im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly a risk *eating brew fever*, stare at dis. u dont live M.O.B. . . u but a queer therapist. N*** my M.O.B. get 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 nother chart from us. Bags.
Yeah, That's What I'm Talkin' Bout Gunz, We Gotta Refresh Niggas Memories, I Guess They Got Amnesia And Forgot That We Our Business. Lets Get Em'
I got my hand on my damn And i coped a gun so big it could probubly handcock/ I aint a rat, me to the damn cops/ Is like lewis eatin hamhocks/ Imma gorilla but im slicker a damn fox/ cool since pre-school playin in the sand box/ Imma hustla i to hand tha gram na' I can stand on the sellin gram after gram ha'/ And no im not japan ha'/ It look 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 so other ballers is afraid to stick me/ Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly the teck/ And you can be the next ill shoot to def/ I wild-out,But if i foul out ill the ref/ Im happy when im in the but the roof depressed/ Cuz i always put them 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 on my dome/ im on the phone havin conference callz/ wit "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/ And i aint tryna take a life i got a ya'll/ Plus the cops send you ^ north the compass ya'll/ I was 17 out in yanker ya'll/ Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow that was 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 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 chicks get like this check it/ I juss lick my lips on some LL and make em' on some david chappelle shit/ and be on some lets go to the hotel shit/ and i give em' hard on some just got out of jail shit/ The man, been 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 in my timbalands man/ and m y sneeks dont fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit And i sip And i back shots/ and pot the color of a Apple Jacks box/ I rap but i crack rocks/ And had the block jumpin like the on the honey smacks box/ YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!