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it to the rear, and then I'm exploding
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name (a-one, two, a-one, two
Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop
You playing with your butter like your boo won't true
Cock the gun, too, where you do eat
Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop
You playing with your butter like your boo won't true
Cock the gun, too, where you do eat
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2
I didn't take no jive
With the Master Gee it's all the way live
At the age of six I was a-pickin' up sticks
Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
down
They come up with this perfectly clean round
But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear
Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within
But I guess it's up
like it's Nijo-jo (Tony)
Up in my mode by Senbon Sanjo (Shee)
Took a trip to the sentou, staying' on flow
What it take livin' life livin' straight by
if you want to battle, I'm down
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
the beat up
And 2Lou told me I be chillin too much
So fuck it I'm turning the heat up
In a lane by myself
Can you keep up
Ion care if it's cheaper to keep
motherfucker what you wanna do
The trife life for living famous
Bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in broad light
The trife life
had sex,
but it doesnt bother him cause he has the internet.
He jerks off to freaky shit like 2 Girls 1 Cup,
hes fucked up I tried watching it I fucking
an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's tough?
Sounding like you been talkin' too much
Put 'em
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
This ain't beef, man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
What up, X?
Just hit 'em
I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm
Britney Spears
And these little Disney queers
Who use chicks for beards?
Just made that up too
Oh, and the Shady 2.0
We wrote it in roman numerals like
view,
She fired a shot across our bows as we sailed before the wind,
Till a chain-shot cut our mainmast down and we fell far behind.
How our crew they
movement you cling to
This is twisted
Its up to this nigga killing kids to keep the peace here
So she not shouting or picketing police
She keeps it in
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
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