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[Cory

Get Ready. Get Steady.
Bloody Shredded.
debted. Credently
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 addicts .
puttin nuthin but 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 tryin' to mike my Ozone.
behold
shit im *heared* as an Afghani
im tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly Marias
a risk *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. 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, put em on sum whole nother chart from us.
Bags.

Yeah, What I'm Talkin' Bout Cory Gunz,
We Gotta These Niggas Memories,
I They Got Amnesia And Forgot That We Bout 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 talkin to the cops/
Is like lewis eatin hamhocks/
gorilla but im slicker than a damn fox/
Been cool since pre-school playin in the box/
Imma hustla i used to hand tha na'
I can stand on the corner sellin gram after gram
And no im not from ha'/
It just look like its asian in me/ cuz i keep the in me/
I been in jail, I got a couple 100 ^ n me/
But i still the ak and the razor wit me/
I ball hard so other ballers is to stick me/
Cuz if i get ill probubly shoot the teck/
And you can be the nigga ill shoot to def/
I wild-out,But if i foul out ill the ref/
Im when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/
Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put them
I got doe, ever 0 put a pound in my hand/
I been the man, you should put the crown on my
im on the havin conference callz/ wit millionare "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/
And i tryna take a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the send you ^ north like the compass ya'll/
I was 17 out in yanker ya'll/
Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow 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 Pitt 2/ and they'll let you all the battles i had to get threw/
You can ask sheek about how i had to eat/
of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the streets/
But aint no in battlin'/
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 this it/
I lick 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' hard dick on some got out of jail shit/
The man, been in the Can/
And i neva a statement never been on the stand/
And its all the benjamins man...real talk/
and you dude cant walk in my timbalands
and m y dont fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i throw shots/
and smoke pot the color of a Apple box/
I rap but i crack rocks/
And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the smacks box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!