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We knock 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 goin H.A.M. till the pig
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
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
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 we glide 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 hatin' and talkin' what I'm makin'?
When I be out in and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, from Papi
Ten killers me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
Rice and gravy, now crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, is y'all doin'
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you 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 ain't got half of that, they you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly my town
I your car got re-poed
But is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All-black nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
you made 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 on Cass
And we ain't larceny 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, he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' comin'
We ain't no Forest nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my come with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to some shit up
Boom, high stick up, all out the pick up, woah

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