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ain't making me 
Don't mistake please 
For these fraud ass rats who front they cheese 
You are not amazing me
You just stuck in a maze you see 
And I dont

Dropped bands on a new car though
900 on the dyno
Her ass fat like a Rhino
You're a rat, that's that, that's fine though
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat with the gat

of saiyans, top of my class
And ill hitchu wit my final flash
Send u to other world n not give a rats ass
Nigga
This a beautiful ass beat by the way got damn

the heat when we packing  in the streets Get your little  ass mirk, using a freak
leak the bullet to your  mental , make a connection with your tempo
Give

conversation for your ass 

I once had a bitch named Mandy May 
Used to be up in them guts like everyday 
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung 
I

money back
Niggas crazy in the booth with they cap ass rhymes
Gimme the blade I give you cuts that's rite on time
You forgot to pay the fee, you gotta run

And the sky is around
You know I love the night
Never fear love
I got you on my mind
I want you by my side all the time
Smoking up
We don't gotta fuck
I just

Goodbye Blue Sky

Which One's Pink

A Fair Forgery of Pink Floyd

2003

applause?

Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave

and questioning after/
cdolescents, get shredded from this action/

Ninja turtle back ass, cuz I don't really give a rats ass/
I'm going on with the punch bag, til

wit like The Secret of Nimh
Nicodemus with written don't give a rat's ass, got more bars than pub crawls 
Tell you once and for all in a southern drawl-

(Ooh ComeUp with the gang)
(No way Hozay)
(You don't gotta pop that perc
You don't gotta put that work
You just gonna sit on your ass
You just gonna

sticks, Like a n**** named Sony
We roll through his block
We was gone do a drive by
But I heard my music, You kno that they kno me
Was swervin to fast
I

I'm marksmen awesome
She got cake only i touch it
My shorty don't hang with city girl thot buckets
Sipping wine I'm chatting about our new talents
We

We?re just a part of evil gear 
Without seeing that the end is near 
Always looking for the unreal 
And don?t give a shit to the real 
 
Looking for

rats 
Go get you some money and never hold back then you stand in they chest til they know it's a fact
Rocking Gucci and Dior and Prada that's cool but I

be broke like a engine
Pay a broke hoe anything but attention
Give her ass good wood no fencing
After that burn out like incense
No Master P but we

smile a lot, don't let your ass get fooled by my appeal

We don't tolerate no folding, dumbass, Jitt done broke the deal
How a rat gone do the time

over loops bringing you the new west. REPEATx1

Verse 2[Playalitical] Got a dozen sharp shooter that
el give you the measles, you see the canon twinkle

Niggas chase cheese till the trap is the final stop
Turn rat give names to cops
On premise that the charge is dropped
By getting they own homies caught

to work, mental issues we dont mention
We don't really talk, post some pictures on occasions
Which is mostly on vacation, inspired by imitation 
I'm done

on hoes
(HUH)
Get your motherfucking roll on
Jealousy will get your motherfucking soul gone
Mob ties hood rat shit yeah we outside
You got up off your ass

your back 'til it get stabbed
Then you gon' see which niggas really was rats
They done flipped niggas left you by yourself
Now you can't even call for

Buck Tha Devil

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

"Lench Mob.."
	"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Come again, huh
	"Lench Mob.."
	"Now we come to the pay-off"
	"Lench Mob.."
And here we go with verse one,

We in Here

Funkmaster Flex

The Tunnel

1999

deal wit 
Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this

[Chorus]
Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin