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[Poster
Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama

Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya over the bridge
RP put the hawk to ya ya ribs
Keep thinkin' the god is chillin'
I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Buildin
And it no tellin what I do
They may find ya body on 16th like a (*jew*)
I'm the number one stunna it comes to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal the seat
Nigga is my block, Name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy out
Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya out
Send her to ER with her tummy out
No C-section, no comin out
She cant babies again
Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin the eighties again
Holla!

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and
And I'm Bout Major Figgas like and Gillie
Catch Shells weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack heat a bowl of chilly
Look - I milli's, act willy, you a chump
Only kid in the hood elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, all black doors
And my watch out like Jacobs store
When you gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for your deal, I on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets, limps like bizkit
So hey, its ya life - act like it is
My chain gray like trash can lids
If one of take my chain - none of yall live
You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of did!

'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama
2 minutes later is where's my bacon
Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires a aprin
They liars its Betty Crocker they bakin
Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, I dont
I keep it as raw as you seen it it was put on the boat
The hookers'll open they jaw for
Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend the door for me
When a walk the beat, you shut up one day
The day the dick had ya mother up one way
I come up one way pushin a porshe
beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a
like I robbed 'em
Tell is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop
Holla, cheah!

Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click
Where that shit at? Get that 'for I shots!
Get crunk if you to, drunk if you want to
Front if you want to, And get with the gun too
Gimme mine cause any I could run through
And put ya brains on the mini in sun roof
Try run dog, you can try man
But I bust the gun dog, you gon die man
I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin man
Say bye man or a prayer - "Aman"
Look It hard to get at you dudes
I waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy
I got it locked Illadelph to ATL
The wait is over, I'm a take it
I'm a bubble like vinegar and soda
Easy!

Hood]
Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill
Yall don't want beef, why even start?
Yall like dicks in the - none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean
Holdin my hammer cause she its dirty
You got questions, at me - I tell you whats what
Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll see whats up
On the real, niggaz better chill
Think ya crew spittin flames - put ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if aint feelin me
Like a nigga with no - yall not seein me
Call me a director - I clips to ya broad
Bullets is gum - How they stick in ya jaw
Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole ya heart
And leave you on the train in a shopping cart
This aint just beats and bars, Its things do to you
In Compton fuck, I'm to get through to you
The gauge'll open ya like vics
How you went from soft to hard - niggaz is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!