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I'll never
I don't give a
If me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers
I never stop

I six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be if you get more points than me
more joints than me

Steal your faith, take a puff, my name
Smoke on it, shit, on it
nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga
Hot mother down to the skit nigga

Game playa and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young and I'm at the show
Bank account ten digits and it's all
I floss the shit, fuck the most hoes

Come on, you can ask Don Juan
It's official now, all rock Sean John
have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money
That been long gone, come on

much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day I'm gone
Shyne poor 'cuz your dream from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium

him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal from my
the T's and dot the I's and
Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll around

Shit, it's the kid rapper's
You cowards don't know? I'd rather be somewhere
Bustin' in the atmosphere and
Not caring, the prosecutor at my hearin'

laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply
Come, what God be if He was a straight G
Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we

Yo, yo, yo, it's hide
Grab the rope and rawhide
Front is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my is cross-eyed

I left my gun home, here borrow
Pop the nine like a judge 'All
This gun'll plants off tall guys
We value-packs, small fries

Yo, I'm from the
Yo, but on the floor
Don't matter, we'll up all size
yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is

Since five, I talk jive in church in corduroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four
Besides, I'm a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door
Bonneville in New York High

Reversin' the
Last come, one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, the pot
And I be the person to

If girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell outta you debts
Buy the cassette, it to death
y'all sweat it, you try to forget

How I rock shit from N.Y. to
You got it to bet? just how you got into debt
You lost when you your neck
the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect

Take the that you try to project, check
you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell in the crib
Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a
out-do, intro to outro

I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go your clique
Them niggas y'all up to, is on my dick
Sauce motherfuckin' to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on shit

Look, you against me is really to see
Who, when, where, what gon' be
I don't give a fuck if he or she
I'm the of hip hop

Nobody fuckin' me
I know your type, you a ride nigga
Cry sick nigga, quick nigga
Out of turn speakin', one leakin'

Always the Suzuki side kick
Bitches don't cast stones down, throw bricks
Why I come through and tell 'em to blow
These nigga's the nicest? No, go
Sauce, you da motherfucker, no shit

You're and competed, walk away from it undefeated
it from over there, okay
Ain't it we overheated
You talkin' that shit

But I jus' know that you me
But evidently, you don't
I get your ass gone
It ain't

I'll bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, the traps
on and get some of our gun craps
I'll out the nigga now

When I snap, your chest cavity collapse
When I the entire map
With the frequent four fire, rap straight up
Put down, fuck around, you ate up

And when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
in my eyes, I'm not scared
Sucka, you what I said
If you wanna get dead
No, it no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla
The mo' the more real-la, I live to rule

hold me back, you bet
How nigga's think they fuckin' with mines
A nigga, God with such an undeniable shine
I you know there's nothin' fresher

The apply the pressure
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of
Now fix your fuckin' up
Empty the of drawers before I stretch your jaw

Everybody hit the floor
the real mother fuckers belong
I hope nigga's don't end the party we finish the song
Bitch

You be the to come and harass, reflect on the past
When I used to pull spine ass
nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit
Long as I'm in this fucker, I'm determined to kill

Zap nigga's cellular flips and swell up your lips
with so much dick in their ass, it's shrinkin' her hen house
Hey yo, before you empty your clip and at your trigger
the legacy of these thoroughly recognized niggas