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We gon' this right out
We gon' to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of
I took you hater niggas that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' like none of niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they never it at
all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin'
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some and change
We bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 when we on you niggas like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like
I remember on corners with beef and broccoli
and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money fuck you, pay me
Drophead the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil do the math
And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got
But this is life boy you just got Deebo'd
Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field turn to God like Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking cause they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat him
Once my coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, rims on it
Bitch like it got a pair of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
all this Philly shit
Y'all niggas put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never to Philly
You been living eight years you pussy ass nigga!