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Whoa
Get back
Get back baby
Get back
I'm so appalled by all this lawless flawed shit
Coming from these niggas who don't acknowledge
The falseness

strip
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you

you be playing with my heartstrings

One plucked note by the fiddle
Bowing in middle
Fermata endless riddle
Hold my hand
Let it settle
Warmth of the bed

plant the seed MDMA got me moving like ah feen 
Had this little ugly bitch moving all my P'z shawty take it easy 
Cuz you came outta my rib baby this

hustle life is better when u hustle I didn’t come to compete I come here to eat get full put it back in the streets put it back in rotation like it’s back

every seat
She keep her shit out the streets, she love the way I think.
Yea Aye And its true, say since I met you this worlds so brand new
God on my side

Hanzo
Dude you got to know, tell you stories about London and Tokyo

Summertime scoping ladies. We can go a chill
ラーメン ショップ? カラオケ? Baby tell me what you

a any banger

And me cannot take e drama 

Full a teeth like a piranha

Fi the steel them weh me carra 

Babygirl a you me rather 

Just sit down, pon e

ass head
'Cause bitch I get cocky like a light skin
With green eyes and a pocket full of green guys
And thank you for the pass by insight
That's

And fuck the D's
Roll my weed and fill my cup full of drink
You got some beef, then we gotta do it
You got some ki's, show you how to move it
(uh huh)

Next Up

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

live it 
All day, every days a Billie Holiday 
Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way 
Have you heard crime pay? 
Hit your block like

at the Staples Center on the floor seats
As I tap my nigga Ron Ron
Sit back laughing, high off the chron chron

What up Jones, you know it’s Dipset
I’m reppin'

Don't call me back babe you're driving me crazy
Popped out to my city you ain't even know I made it
Why you trying to ghost a nigga why you getting

is life, man, you know
I know they know all know, right
But if the life will be true
It's will be a greatest man of the awesome life, my friend
So even

school but shit I like to keep it smoove
Fuck school if college I know my dorm be full
Hunnies to my door like chappelle rapping
To much static these

I ain't shit at rapping, I just choose a big gat
Levitating off that loud soup, I sure ain't no rat
And if you don't like it find me on soup street

An why they always tryna make our presence seem irrelevant
You promised it would change
Never be the same
It is and as long as yall on top it'll remain

front of yours, I could see the bitch in you
Show em what a switch a do
And treat it like a business move
Motivated hustler moving like I don't got shit

full
Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid
You're messin with the wrong kids Michael
It ain't Jack-son
For him to flip scripts like camera, action

streets like we really own it
Full speed ahead
Niggas chasing like we really want it
Fuck being stagnant
Bitch I'm out here and I'm active
Anything other

his head, make It bobble, I’m chasing blue checks, not a follower
They ain’t kill you, Idc bout who shot ya, I’m hollin gang, gang, cause I’m proper

in the city and she getting mula
C is for the crib
The cats that call you catch
Cbgb's babies sneaking Blondie through the back
D is for

hear 'em callin'
When I'm cruisin' round the streets
Ball but never fall 
If I'm losin' then they cheat
I'm appalled 
By everybody dodgin' peace
Rather

Yeah
New heat for the street
That Benjamin Grant New York City shit
Nah mean spit that shit baby
Let's go
I get money on a daily basis
From a town