[Intro Obie You see me in the hood its im doin this man
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Niggas im still im still hearin sirens im still gettin by those lights only the lights lime, and my on and my time is none, because im writing and i aint here to meet a soul in business im here to eat, speak until these ho's feel and i cant let ya'll me man i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of because be back(i dont know man) we got them craps goin on, and that yack on soon as a nigga down, back from tourin its whatever, put that on the man but in the mean time, its jimmy iovine cheese, rhyme till my voice give out this is it my niggaz, this what we about now im here, so shut your fuckin mouth and show me bitch
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I wanna love ya for the of my life(i dont love you bitch) i hold you in the morn' hold you the night
Theres a certain mystique, i speak you notice that sort of unique cause you know its me, my poetry's and im the way i flow to this beat you sit still its like to smoke crack and go to sleep im strapped, just knowin any minute, i snap im the equivelent if what happen if bush rapped i bully rappers so bad, lyrically it aint even funny, i aint even it aint money, you cant pay me enough for you to play me, its you just zaney enough, to rock with shady my is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n im just brutal, its not rumour, im uno assume it, theres no in it, no more you know im rollin with a swollen bowling in my bag you need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass you better me, bitch
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My boys is in the hood, they my name if it aint about the flow its bout the and the chain(yea) if i was you, i'd love me too, i like a boss 911 porsche, color as cranberry sauce i aint goin front, i r kelly was the shit let me find out, he around with bow wow bitch niggaz eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the now momma in the precinct, hollerin rape im convinced man, something really wrong these hos i thought lil kim was hot till she fuckin with her nose(got damn) i used to to lauren hill, and tap my feet the bitch put out a cd that didnt have no beat that boy d'angelo, hes not to fail that nigga went for his record to sell my back shots are help ashanti hit them notes and big ben taught b moore to deep throat
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