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Look out the window at the people on the street
There's nothing better for your brain than curiosity

And what's he thinking, is he sane?
Hard to define

my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin

Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two

, rock and roll
Sex, love, drugs, rock and roll

Glory be the evils
He puts it on divine
Interventions by God, only make him ask why?
The bottom

deep in the art
Break off your ring finga
That's the vein, that lead to your heart
You better move hater!
I shoot guts out ya back by way of Doom Slayer

the freaking realest. (you better
breakfast).




Hickory dickory dock, whos this kid spitting riddles he hot.
I flow sweeter than a skittle time to give up your

Shine

Mack 10

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2002

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she

You make me better You make me better 
You make me better  better than my beretta
You make me better You make me better 
You make me better better

goin

Got these drugs to keep me steady

I should know better than to ever go to heavy 

End up with an upset belly 

Pop my skull open like confetti

diploma
Real quiet I be sneaking around
Big ups move weight by da pound
Re ups, better packages now
Shit tuff but what's happening now
I put in dat work aye

I got a town on me and boy you said what
I'm just some young dude with some autotune
I sound better than these dudes that glorify tattoos 
And still

Spendin' new money on the old ho
'Cause I keep it on me, I keep it on me
'Cause I keep it on me
Better know that it's on me

Hundred young niggas in

trying to find love
You steady slanging drugs with the plug
Five star money flexing on them like what
Holy Spirit can you bring the heat like skillets
I

you
Said around a bunch of lies than stand up for the fuckin' truth
Built my future in a pot, a skillet, how it pan through
Bitches wanna tie the knot,

like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta

Terror Squadians

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay

Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give

keep a SRT full of foxes, 
This shit comin out this switch hotter than a skillet
This shit on my necklace, and wrist (ice)
Every occasion I give it

want from me
He not on my level we cannot compete cuz nobody harder than me
Yeah
And we been adjusted to losing
Show me the drugs i need it i want it
I

don't float
Get griddled like a skillet I'm a killer blood soaked
Then I pray to the goat sucking blood from an infant
Gaped in three holes make you cum

that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs

They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down

Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across

drinks and spending money
I mean shit, we both won Scribble Jam
With less preparation
So with less than a day I had
To think of what direction I'm taking

They ain't flyer than me
Take all the drugs to get higher than me
Yea I know you inspired by me
Peep how I move, you admiring me
Cause I got me a bag