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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
Asorted flavours, in solatos
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water bricks at his poncho
Face like a shoot it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
Both and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who enough
I can go back in time, you be Eato
With my men and ?? I know you thinkin'
peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same some from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga your eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this right
As I serve it, you burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First trip on the is the rock and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If they priest the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still through my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one to lie about your didgits
one thing to say that you live it
It's another for you fuckers to it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our
I a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
could do, when surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The and class whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...