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until the cords in
Your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh

Your stance to the canvas silhouettes

tall (stretch it)
All the way to the quasars (way up)
Catch me hiding out in plain sight, I'm fly below the radars
Put emphasis on the gang when you

said, Moses, trust in God
'Cause all ya gotta do is just raise that rod
And over these mighty waters
Stretch your hand

Well, Moses followed the Lord's

out and make your face stretch like a stocking press
They don't know what they seek without knowing the outcome
We know girls who pop x like the dude

Too confident to stay surrounded by doubt.
Could have gave it up but I never would have found out.
That I've been this dope, my pen games works out

provided me?
Doubted my talent and prodigy
Now they be beggin' in front of me, hands out, you a wannabe
I got no love for the sidelines
I am not waitin'

I'll find out who you sent by
Lessen my intentions with a mention of the bedtime
If I had a bad time, will I tell my friend's wire?
It might be

blindfolded on the couch
Give me the loot
Give me the loot 'fore I shoot
Rip a tooth and your tonsils too
Exit out your neck bone, man, your shit gone

Niggas

sample your music by lifting your break
fuk your soul with my goldie lookin' flow
cut off your penis on the david letterman show
take a deep breath, you're

(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand in hand crack commerce
Check out my arm work, my wrist work, Arm & Hammer the mixture
Lord (Lord, boom, boom, boom,

longer Micheal Phelps the way I flow in the booth
I can do bad on my own and good by myself never needed no hand out
Don’t need people thinking they

settle my demands
I'm screaming the world is yours
Why I hold it here in my hands
For whatever you think of me
Just know that it's growth till the death

Hop out the whip with my mind on the money I'ma get
I could stretch 4 stories off a brick
I aint tryin' to be lit
I'm tryna use the time that I get

Concrete Jungle

Rell

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)

2006

(Running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride

Trying to make the most of my hustle
(I gotta hustle)
Been there, done that, so I can live out

this road 

We cruisin', I love the way we ride
Bump my favourite music when I've got you by my side
We cruisin'
Hand on your thigh
With your arms in

your light
A promising refining, of no greater timing
Casting out the darkness, a divine fulfilment
Bringing all completeness
Stretch your mighty hand

your ass on ice skates
Puff puff and I hardly pass
Cough coughing up shards of glass
Coming out sharp, verbal attack
Buried the hatchet, but I come back

matched by wicked arts
And still remains his hardened heart
You have some evil purpose before your face
Stretch out your arm, that there be darkness over

Pop Shit

Raekwon

Immobilarity

1999

shit
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space shit
Boat across your shit
Cargo

Sample Dat Ass

Chingy

Jackpot

2003

will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?

[Chorus]

If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be

forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go

Up and Down

Pretty Ricky

Late Night Special

2007

and out I go
I'ma stroke it slow
Don't tell me no
Whoa

Girl can you imagine gettin' on top of me
Having the time of yo life with a G
Hands look

how we stretch our  
  
need out through the way of things, like salt? 
cookin's relation to moanin' has already been 
established as having hurt too

behoove them to do so
It's like this if you start a riff with me
You gonna leave with your eye patched like Ricky D
Or the Raiders logo, I'ma get in yo ass