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got what you need
Baby till the fields I’ll plant the seed
You could be the chicken I’ll be the feed

Getting cheeky cheeky
Getting freaky freaky
Ain’t

Quotables

Tonedeff

Archetype [CD & DVD]

2005

felt
Lyrically acidic when I spit it, making mics melt

I should change my name to phillip cause I'm screwing you up
Like chicks with tongue

green-blooded killers get the fuck up out my store

We ain't got dough, complain to joe
Oh you still tryna rob us here's your pain to go
Feed your brain with pho,

Gore-Tex
Ebtek
World Hikers
Anoraks by Spyder
While I’m on the rocks
With amphibious rifles
Fishing for striper
Cadillac habits
Finger licking good
Chickens

never seem to add up
And no matter how you break it nothin ever come together
Till i get whats mine im snappin on em
Used to get declined and now im

zip, the shit was 23 grams
All my fans know 'bout getting they
Chicken up by any means your fans is fiends
Putting percs in they Hennessy
Got a tendency

coffin
Dying off
But I'm still walking
Had a lot of other options
Picked up my lung off of the ground
Then kept talking
Tormented by the Mental Morbid

bitch
I woulda seen bitch
Got a lean chick
Who like mean dick.
And I can feed it, if she want some
Girl come on now let me flaunt some
I got
Hand me downs

When it's time to die, going out with a bang
Right by the pussy with a couple pretty thangs
Too fucked up gotta numb all the trauma
If I stay alive, only

No stressing,
It ain't your fault, you get possessed by your thoughts,
But,
you feed the bad wolf, by the way you talk,
It's all about love, Whichever

these writtens I'll be stackin up chicken until I'm dead and done
Coming out of dark times
Now they sammy sosa
Gunning to the top

and I got my family

pitch-ins
If you stayed by my side
Divide the dividends
Wish life was that simple
I can't fuck with these chickens
You know I been really with it
Pop

Gotta lot up on my chest
You don't wanna see
There's a bottle to the left
Another by the sink
I don't gotta lot left
But I don't wanna think
And I

Yeah rome, my nigga, what up?
We conditioned to do shit like this
Check it, yo

Rap cool, dirty money in my denim jeans
Side chick half-black

her hair did
Nails are freshly cut
Loves life in the limelight
You can tell that by the way she strut
Pussy cotton candy
Make me wanna eat her up
This

up and get ghost
Pop bottles make a toast
N***a holla at me
Whole squad gotta eat
All we know is keep it g
On our way to the top
We gon make it happen

low
Bulldog trained to shroud snow
Like, when the lips lock
I can't twist glocks
Never lift off
I just miss box
We never get thots
Destroyin' chicks, be

them by the puss
And never judge a book by Its cover motherfuckers
And don't put all your eggs in one basket chicken cluckers
And two heads are better

life Blinded by the flashing lights, fine women in classy nikes

I think she wanna feed my appetite, but she not acting right I can't give in to you

laughing 
But I get worried by how fast the time passing 

Thinking bout the what ifs 
And roads I never took 
Tryna Analyze my failure
For a better look

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

thought she was doing something
That shit sucks, I wish I wasn't so wish-washy
I misjudged her by the way she was fixed up
I slipped up and gave her

yea I be that edge
Cheatcode—
Throttling
She go 
Wobbling
Maybe we can sweep that leg

drippage
Cakes Yammage

Get up in them skin tight
Fit rights

Like What I Got

Mike Jones

I'm So Hood

2008

see 4's pokin' out) 
If I'm the car, I'ma star
O G by the pound wit a brown a bar
Got X and weed got what you need
If you got the feed holla at ya