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[Poster
Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay the Drama King

Fuck with the kid, gotta ya moms over the bridge
RP put the hawk to ya ya ribs
Keep that the god is chillin'
I'm the reason custies is to the Carter Buildin
And it aint no tellin I do
They may ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
I'm the number one stunna when it to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the
Nigga this is my block, Name a who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your out
Son, my bring a playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya out
Send her to ER half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants out
She cant have again
Me and Kay money 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 all-star weekend down in
On my hip, heat like a bowl of chilly
Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a
Only kid in the hood with in his truck
See, I bucks, rock all black doors
And my ice'd out like Jacobs store
When you boys gon I got this game lock
What you got for deal, I spent on X-Box
Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a you a biscuit
I got and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit
So hey, its ya involved - act like it is
My chain light gray trash can lids
If one of yall 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 my salamy bacon
Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a
They liars cause its Betty Crocker bakin
Not that I'm that I Cook, Cause I dont
I keep it as raw as you it before it was put on the boat
The hookers'll they jaw for free
being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me
When a pimp walk the beat, you up one day
The day the had ya mother next up one way
I come up one way drunk pushin a
Make and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy!
I be like a boss
I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I the fur lookin like a scarf
Lookin like I 'em
Tell cops is to find like chinks in a nail shop
Holla, cheah!

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

[Jae
Ayo, I'm a D-Block - 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 like in the pool - none of yall hard
Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean
Holdin my hammer she know its dirty
You got questions, holla at me - I you whats what
Lay you on ya back and chumps'll really see whats up
On the real, yall better chill
Think ya crew spittin - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if aint feelin me
Like a with no eyes - yall not seein me
me a director - I give clips to ya broad
Bullets is like gum - How stick 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 things do to you
In Compton fuck, I'm to get through to you
The gauge'll open ya chest like
How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is
I wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast
Liars get shot in tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!