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the noise
Yea caught 'em with his bitch I'm with my boys
And you know it
Take the top of a niggas for throwing shots
I could perfectly fit 'em inside a box
I

em with a post
They ain't even know the boy winning now, I do my thing then I'm ghost

Don't make me do this
I'm way too wavy
I'm too wavy for ya
I

the telly
takin to my celly, put out the order
and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly
Ain't you ready?
If the world should end again, I don't really

They tell me hold on to my faith
I ask em why
Cause your religion is a business in disguise
You roll your eyes, I criticize
But I see through the lies

Security help em
Out the back door
Watch em hurry off
Pray on my demise
You would think it's
A Biggie song
It ain't no biggie though
Setting fire like

an increase em by a mile
Tear opponents a piece, boy he so guile
Like stinky blue feet, you know I'm wild
Gon lace ya cleets and double knot em
So when you face

the goss
Don’t entertain the beef 
Not my girl, she’s Billy Jean 
If Vanessa Issa flop
Then you crawl back on your knees 
Did you tell Tolu I was moving

They said Pats, are you ready for the major leagues
Tell 'em boy I’m Ken Griffey
And I’m feelin’ shifty
RIP to Nipsey
I'mma let this marathon

Flexin when she's naked and undressing I be cheesing
Gave her Becky on her belly sucking on her like I'm teething
Stroke game so official i kould tell

feel my life changing by the moment yessir, you know that I never folded under all the pressure
And it only gets better

The world is yours young groovy,

serious that's  why I'm laughin

I Cut the acting
I had to vanish
My auras shining
Gold mining

I'm in the mountains
You can't find em
You'll Roll by em

them Pussy niggas hate
My flow got residue, yo bitch gon' Sniff it off the plate
Tell me what you want, we got Hard, we got soft
I gave you fish scales,

yeah, like rotisserie.
All these boy act like some big chicks, that's the best defeat
Y'all don't know me, that's some old shit, yeah, that's some history

white boy got bars
Like he locked up
Try to play with my bag
I'mma get you mopped up
I'mma rockstar i might
Have to go out here
And curve a bitch woah

Don't Talk About It

Black Menace

Mo Drama

1999

First Verse (Threat + Insane):
(Threat)
For my doggs, Southside, Westside I ride,
Eastside, Northside, the Menace back Worldwide,
With plans

a boss, me a Sim Simma
Man you should see my life, it gets litmus
I used to talk shit and now I’m talking 6 figures
Oh boy I’m G with the shit
You should

Rise

Trip Lee

Rise

2014

to tell us to rise up and stand?
Check yo plans
My dude, that grave ain't your home
Cause you been underground way too long
Six deep with a date on your

like them
Kids after school
From the Yards to the Harlems
We the ones makin' it boom (Boom)
Tell 'em make some room
Third mom just stepped in the room

know wassup 
You know wassup 

What you wanna drink 
Focused on you tell em fuck what they think
See you in the kitchen standing right by the sink 
If I

Sinister Mob-ish uptempo slaps, that's what I'm on
Liable to pull up in a Granada hanging out the dome
Corner the market, gettin' off product
Flip 'em by

I had to tell her I'm a real X taker
Woah, real soul slayer
I had to tell her I can't see nobody else
She tryna tell me where I can and can't go

pick, no pitch, and now I can hear the fluence
Fluence
Flu-
Flu-ence

Top 5 in my city lemme see 'em replicate that shit
Bitch I'll carry the X I'm on go

Gather 'round, sinners....
Yo, step aside choir boys
We ain't playin' around
This ain't no Sunday sermon, we in your speakers everyday
Shatter

College

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go