Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a million dollar
Learned my first lesson in jail from a
seem pleasant
Happy to be
Said he past due, shouldn't been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like wife
You can around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around guns but death ain't right
your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you with the cats then your cyph ain't tight
hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice that m.c.'s
of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell he ain't hopping in
He a time nigga, I ain't thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse them
Been experts and done less than them
With no album, we net worth more than
These cats didn't think that the Lox do it
Got a hundred different styles that will you through it
I'm the of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky
tracks
I'm the loud ass
Quick to set it off on fucking foul ass
Make six digits and cop a palace
every rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a back
In a hundred pieces in ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink black

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Who's not to be with?
me
Who's to be with?
them
Why don't you my back while I go ask them?
And if they beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new or old fashion

Do I have to break down the
Stay off the
I'm the general dog, I the war
every m.c. never spit again
When I 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk
I feel no
cocaine
Fuck black thugs that run through gangs
that I want it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the wand, I'm the magician
is the virus, ain't no physician
With an anecdote can stop my collision
Before you asking, I'm a start splashing
When I come through, it's like ten crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is
Mashed up, through binocs, about to crash in
the next issue?
Sheek did
Called Spielberg, get tissue
So you can in the sky when feds come and get you
question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred G's, can fly, traffic bad
we down on the craps
We plasmic
Telling you now you can't with dinero
Got a lot of space when it real narrow
Sagittarius style, out arrows
Hundred at a time, killing a hundred

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