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It's the world's
(Ruff Ryders)
Make you throw bike's up
you rep your hood, now scream
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I think I'm why these muthaf-ckers hate me
'Cause I've putting pressure on errything lately
And I'm here bust pipes kinda easy
With that being said I to BP
But to the rest of yall no courtesy
I'm not a ? none of you me
Next generation at the double R up
Ii'm the next nigga that's gon' make 'em throw they up
I literally had watching me
On the turning dudes to a mockery
Get it, with me with no ?
This niggas is chickens and steady talkin' bout they go HAM
You you meat lover
I got Swizz feelin' Dre when he made Deep Cover
I'm the next R meal ticket
like a deck of cards nigga, deal wit' it!

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My flow dope the methadone clinic
Pull on the when you see a don in it
Glove box you see the Kuran in it
Underneath the firearm, am I with it
I drop the roof to be by the sun
Relay my bars and every one
wonderin' where the f-ck Drag at?
I'm on hittin' everybody back
Drag to the dash I aint to claim shit
I still got the same crown I came wit'
If I had to do it all again, I change shit
Now I'ma shine when the rain get thick

[Sheek
G, ayo
All the pretty go round the ouside
Porsche or Range Rover me in the ride
Windows on jet black you gotta hide
Donnie, Razor Ramone, Backlund
This my throne cranberry silver patron, love me
Hat back I'm 15 face clean
Nice blue jeans on the Louie
I used to run base and I mean that
A long way from Dr Jays and
I like hoodrats some Beyonces
Pop off you aint' ever Ak's
Top down, Levert and the old J's (whoa)
Donnie that UFO
It took a little while but gon blow
Hater seen nope, Donnie on the go
as well call me butter cause Donnie on a roll

Ayo, personally I think I'm if nothing else
I ask around, they you Jada is something
who they know it's the kid with the diesel bars and cool aid flow
It's a couple dudes I got rid of yet
But it aint no rush, is butt like the back of the cigarette
Holla it's time for the blood to get spilled
I only for thugs to get killed
Hustler, artist, CEO, on the low, strawberry Kiwi dro
Sling cane til they cut off my hands, than that
I'ma spit pain til they cut off my
Got all over the stove
Gettin' money all over the
In the Range all over
Cribs and the whips is
Double R mob life,

You know me, playing kiss with bitch
She can call time, running on ya bitch
Shoot 'em in the mouth, bet you he gon snitch
F-ckin' with 3 bad
your girl full of tea bag niggas
She's we crazy
ADHD, know where the be
On the scale with the off safety
Eyes hazy, money mansion
by killers, OG, crack babies
Loading up the nine, dont say a
Two in the Watson 749
Red avocado, salad with the lambs
? head honcho, rocking the
Way out in Mexico, 10 for the let you place the decimel
Turn ya ass

You the next nigga, I'm the ex
Name still ringing bells so f-ck the rest
I do this shit for
Y'all is acting, I'm old school like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund
Cats aint never able to ever
F-ck with the dawg, the weather
I come through, niggas bow down like Muslims
I'm just tryna understand what these fools are
Don't me, somebody better take me outta here
This is what it came to, f-ck outta here
gotta fear, a nigga like me
I through in beast mode from New York to AZ
you fucking crazy, thinking Dog aint got it
Dog gon hit it, as soon as y'all
I'ma to the death, til there's half of 'em left
I'ma last of 'em left, til the of my breath