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[Poster
Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay the Drama King

Fuck with the kid, throw 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 aint no tellin I do
They may find ya body on 16th like a (*jew*)
I'm the number one stunna when it to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal the seat
Nigga this is my block, Name a who run me out
come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy out
Somebody 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 since Pac and Biggie
And I'm Bout Major Figgas Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells weekend down in Philly
On my hip, pack like a bowl of chilly
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a
Only kid in the with elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all doors
And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs
When you gon learn I got this game lock
What you got for deal, I spent on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a
I got and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit
So hey, its ya life involved - act it is
My chain light like trash can lids
If one of yall take my chain - none of live
You like, "I do it Shells", One of yall did!

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

Ayo, get back get back for I click click clack
Where shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots!
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you to
Front if you want to, And get slumped the gun too
Gimme mine cause any time I run through
And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun
Try run dog, you can try man
But when I the gun dog, you gon die man
I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin man
Say good bye man or a - "Aman"
Look It aint to get at you dudes
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 wait is over, I'm a take it
I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking
Easy!

[Jae
Ayo, I'm a nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat in a clock, you kill time
Yall cowards don't want beef, why start?
Yall dicks in the pool - none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white 330 with a birdie
Holdin my hammer she know its dirty
You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats
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 aint feelin me
Like a nigga no eyes - yall not seein me
Call me a director - I give to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How stick in ya jaw
Go 'head, call the - I put a hole 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 Compton fuck, I'm to get through to you
The gauge'll open ya chest vics
How you went from being soft to hard - is dicks
I don't hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in they tongue - put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!