Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first in jail from a peasant
Always pleasant
to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have in the essence
Streets is like your girl, it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the
You can mess around guns but death ain't right
your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats your cyph ain't tight
Styles hit the darkside, show the light
ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one
Tell oxygen he hopping in
He a little time nigga, I ain't of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than
Been and done less work than them
With no album, we net worth than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox do it
Got a hundred different that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the
You got fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky
tracks
I'm the loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking ass
Make six eight and cop a palace
Make rapper sick and call me malace
niggas never know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and that?
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the
Just think, I blink, and make the Pink Panther black

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Who's not to be with?
me
Who's to be with?
That's
Why you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I them
And if they want to flow, right now I them
Should I give it to them new style or old

Do I have to break down the
Stay off the
I'm the general dog, I the war
Make every m.c. never spit
When I 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk
I no pain
Steal
Fuck black thugs that run through gangs
Anytime I want it nigga, better listen
is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, no physician
With an anecdote can stop my collision
Before you asking, I'm a start splashing
When I through, it's like ten planes crashing
ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to in
What's the next
did official
Called Spielberg, cops get
So you can rock in the sky when feds and get you
Next is where nasa at?
We need a hundred G's, can fly, traffic bad
When we down on the
We plasmic
Telling you now you fuck with dinero
Got a lot of when it seem real narrow
style, spitting out arrows
Hundred at a time, killing a hundred

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