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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 H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast
nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where never make it at
all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
Plus Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you
G550 when we glide on you niggas
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm
I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same watch as
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is doin'
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you handle that?
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got
Them Twitter niggas fucking your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your 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 mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause all trash
And your goons ain't witcha, they all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR abs
My dog a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was chichi nigga
Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I ain't doing this shit no with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year
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 ain't put no foreigns out here
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been here eight years you pussy ass nigga!