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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

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

My close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin'
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you
...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 just it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

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

Nigga you don't me...