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It's just different
I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man of the year
Weather man, Make it rain, throw my money in the air
If I hop in a Phantom,

I'll never change I promise to be the same nigga everyday 
I got my own bag, I don't owe a nigga anything
You ain't my type baby, I can feel it in

a quarterback
Yeah, you go for that
I'll be gucci'd down, you'll struggle to order that
You ignore stats, write bore raps
I'm right with more facts
Automatic, off

never been to Phoenix (never)
And Tom Ford suits on Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke, I'll get the mac

mission on my mind
Man you can keep the shine
I'll be on the grind
I I I'll be on the grind

Since the beginning, man had a grind
So I figured out, it's our

Celtics I'm green
I wanna be raking it in like it's leaves
Team comes clean
Flow hypnotic you fiend
I'll stack the paper like reams
You wanna scrap ima mean

to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin', oh
That just once those doors weren't locked
(I like to save time for my

they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin', oh
That just once those doors weren't locked
(I

full progression get directed, never teeter
Seen too many falling moons to bet my life gon' get a sequel
Gotta live it like this here gon' be my last

Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant

I came in here

FIRST MET
Music and lyrics 
By Michelle Macedo
Verse: 
When we first met  I couldn’t stop smiling 
The stars were aligning I couldn’t help myself

it's time to handle business, makin' no noise
Move in silence so you'd never be expected of it
Mom moved out the hood thinkin' I would be protected from

to a wo-man
So never do I think I owe a man
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Cute like a Pomsky
Donned in that leather
She dancing for Fonzi
Falling for Ellas

vomit

I'll feel bad cos u weren't really on it

Man can't sing cos the family is horrid

If i go in then man go up

The next time we link you'll be

swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off

will I will never stop
I will never stop stop stop

I will never stop like a marathon in Boston
Don't get it confused cause I never feel exhaustion

My Dogs

Master P

Ghetto Bill (The Best Hustler In The Game, Vol. 1)

2005

guilty, so fuck the warden
Call the President, man give him a pardon
I got more fuckin green than the Boston Garden
My dogs on the block nigga got my back

to Boston it feel like I'm in the motherland
Wrestle wit' the rackies it be bustin' out the rubber band
I ain't felt yo vibe in a minute
Ain't talked to my

The War's On

The Almighty RSO

Doomsday: Forever RSO

1996

a pearly white gate, all that bullshit is fake 
the only gates i'll see if they send nigga upstate 
never that, I'm here to show the world where my head's

a black man's world, I'll paint a perfect picture, if you read between the scriptures they was never really Fucking with us. It's a black man's world,

do feel vertigo
I’ll be in the cut, tell them girls lets get surgical
farenheit for 51, that paper we just burning through
create money for me

could shoot a bullet in Los Angeles and hit him in the ass in Boston

Five minutes later, he'd be standing on the lawn

At the Kennedy compound going, "Ah

a shit
On these rappers who suck dick
I'm fucking sick, not ill
Ha, you wish
I eat a rapper like a mother fucking manwhich
(Aye)
No habla espanol
Never cut

Yellow man Theory he got all the Oxy
He’s not from Jamaica though he rolls the OG
He grew up in Boston hanging out with Whitey
Now he’s