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[Poster
Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King

Fuck with the kid, gotta ya moms 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 ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
I'm the one stunna when it comes to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the
this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have money out
Son, my gun'll bring a bunny out
gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out
Send her to ER with half her out
No C-section, no infants out
She cant have babies
Me and Kay gettin so its feelin like the eighties again
Holla!

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and
And I'm Bout Major Figgas Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells all-star weekend down in
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
you boys 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 feed you a
I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps bizkit
So hey, its ya life - act like it is
My chain light 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 are fakin', one minute is asolama laken
2 minutes later is my salamy bacon
Niggaz the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin
They liars its Betty Crocker they bakin
Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I
I keep it as raw as you it before it was put on the boat
The open they jaw for free
Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the for me
When a pimp the beat, you shut up one day
The day the dick had ya next up one way
I up one way drunk pushin a porshe
beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be lookin like a
I pop at ya hood on ya til I have the fur lookin like a scarf
like I robbed 'em
Tell cops is to find like chinks in a nail shop
Holla, cheah!

Ayo, get back get back for I clack click clack
Where that shit at? Get that 'for I shots!
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you to
Front if you want to, And get slumped the gun too
mine cause any time 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 rum dog and I'm gettin high man
Say good bye man or a - "Aman"
Look It aint hard to get at you
I screw waitresses that'll shit in ya food
I got yay for sale and I got shells
I got it from Illadelph to ATL
The is over, I'm a take it over
I'm a like vinegar and baking soda
Easy!

[Jae
Ayo, I'm a nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't time
Yall cowards don't beef, why even start?
Yall like dicks in the - none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white 330 a mean birdie
my hammer cause she know its dirty
You got questions, holla at me - I tell you what
Lay you on ya back and chumps'll really see whats up
On the real, niggaz better chill
Think ya crew flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint me
Like a nigga with no eyes - not seein me
Call me a - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How they in ya jaw
Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a thru ya heart
And leave you on the train in a shopping cart
This aint just beats and bars, Its i'll do to you
In fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you
The gauge'll ya chest like vics
How you went being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin bout ya and ya toast
Liars get in they tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!