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know
Papi bring them bitches in yup by the truckload
I don't break them bitches down bitch I move the elbow
I just seen my lil bro lose two hundred

I tried to break into your house on Friday night
I got attacked by your big dog
I tried to play my guitar at your window side
Your mother said it was

the Sagittarius A, prrr!

Little by little
I'm building my building 
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing

at Statefarm like a good neighbor
She bad I ain't talking about behavior, nah
I got her to laugh, now I think the odds is in my favor
I'm a hustler by nature,

Trapped

Utopia

Oops! Wrong Planet

1977

be slowed down by a big bunch of lip
 And nobody cares about your paranoid trip
 You know death and the devil sure got it easy today
 Souls come so

Starter Soon As U Pump The Breaks.
Me N Tuck Livin Great
Violatin Each State
Playas That Weigh Ones In Faces
Them Be Da Ones That Hate Us
Big Bucks We Gotta

off and I hope that you're there to see
Apparently time flying by good shit going on nonstop
I'm balling on em like Utah when they was playing with John

Broken backs to break bread
Veer away from the arid path you tread
Of metaphysical corridors drowning day into night
Bleak celestial vampires

can't be me now I'm reaching the station 
Hobey ho I gotta let it go 
Hit the stake into the snow 
While the lads are reaching Alamo 
John the giant peach

the bitches in the back
You suck my dick (Veeh)
I’m the type of nigga
That like fight fire wit fire
Once you get punched by my rival
It’s at least gon be wire

2k but we use to be cream 
N***** talk shit turn his block into halloween 
John wick with the stick 
I ain't missing with the beam 
Put him in the air

happen
Lil John is the reason, the reason I'm snapping
I'm always I'm with it, I don't do no acting
You funny ass nigga, you don't see me laughing
So

feelin' boxed
Smokin' til my feelings stop
All that shit you talkin' we ain't buying like it's still in stock
Let so many niggas break you down I gotta

and I wanna make it right
But sometimes the soul
Goes through a dark night
Like John of The Cross right
But I know it'll be so bright
When I get through

not us like who send shots?
Like who bent what ?
Baddie stay by my side never needed a smut
Freaky lil bitch use my finger to bust
Keep a ooter in game

i been waiting for a long time
for someone or something to ease my mind
i’m so lonely sometimes
but i don’t give off signs
so it hit them by surprise

the back of the john anyhow
The season was dragging and the big
Boys were getting busted
All the non-pros, the
Producers, the cameraman
The pushers of Mary,

call a muthafucka John Doe

Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here

a kilo[00:23.60]I've tried to explain but you're stupid[00:25.44]By the way that I use it[00:27.01]I could break chains and run a chain through your

know bro
But I got a big brain like Mojo Jojo
My buddy still rep that Rojo
I prayed that he don't get 187 by the Po Po
Or 1053 by a Cholo ah
Man down,

Robinson
I fell in love, I never felt nothing so beautiful
Felt like a hit of dope, I’m smoking in the cubicle
She played me Stan by Eminem, I felt the rain

Listen up, I got a story to tell

John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

I'll break a bitch
Make her pay the whole meter
Suckers, all they rap about is weed
It get deeper
Let's talk about your dead homies
Too much bread on me