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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 rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts .
puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves like a cabinet.
if i da static. i peel the matic. yall gets the static.
the cal. go sporedic. (bling). thats not so radical
to no compatible establishment.
U broke-nose, for to mike jones my Ozone.
embarrassment
shit im *heared* as an terrorist
im poppa's tool when im trying to yall Hailly Marias
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 money. even no T. no penalty.
no C. that dinero B. That all i see mentally.
i shift from manual to automatic physically.
chemistry cant my men in street.
we in da - you industry.
LARCENY, militia N****. wit us.
if not, put em on sum whole nother chart from us.
Bags.

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

I got my hand on my cock/
And i coped a gun so big it probubly kill handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the cops/
Is like lewis Fericon hamhocks/
Imma gorilla but im than a damn fox/
cool since pre-school playin in the sand box/
Imma hustla i used to hand tha na'
I can stand on the corner sellin gram gram ha'/
And no im not japan ha'/
It just look like its asian in me/ cuz i the hasian 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 fouled ill shoot the teck/
And you can be the next nigga ill to def/
I wild-out,But if i foul out ill shoot the
Im happy when im in the but the roof depressed/
Cuz i always put them down the trunk is 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 wit millionare "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/
And i aint tryna a life i got a contience ya'll/
Plus the cops send you ^ like the compass ya'll/
I was 17 living out in yanker
Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow that was bonkers
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 dragon sheek about how i had to
thousands of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the
But no money in battlin'/
And i had to
I can spit reckless but i had to a hit record/
And now i make hit record hit record/ And i make chicks get naked like this check it/
I lick my lips on some LL shit/
and em' laugh on some david chappelle shit/
and they be on lets go to the hotel shit/
and i give em' hard on some just got out of jail shit/
The innocent man, in the Can/
And i made a statement never been on the stand/
And its all about the benjamins man...real
and you dude cant in my timbalands man/
and m y sneeks dont fit the streets dont fuck wit you/
And i sip
And i back shots/
and smoke pot the of a Apple Jacks box/
I rap but i crack rocks/
And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the honey box/
YOU EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!