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Verse 1
Max B:
After two fifths of Cru, I had the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese,

This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck

of breath
And the roof on the coupe had a sudden death
It got chopped like a guillotine, R-I-P
Ego up, but it go down in the 3
If we beef I wouldn't want

like What up! I need some new gags!
I'm just bummed they were taken by a Money Bags
Icing on the cakes and Layer on the frosting
Toons like "Dang, that's

like What up! I need some new gags!
I'm just bummed they were taken by a Money Bags
Icing on the cakes and Layer on the frosting
Toons like "Dang, that's

should have known by now
You'd every cause to doubt me,
Mein, Herr.

The continent of Europe is so wide,
Mein Herr.
Not only up and down, but side to side,

pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
Indeed I rap
Ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact

me, yeah

Okay, hold up, ay, why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waiting on the bus
Before them boys bend

Eyebrows Down

Ludacris

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first

graille, j'veux pas de Do-Mc
J'pull up, t'inquiète, j'suis pas encore au max
Swing, j'enlève, j'remets mon masque
Swing, j'enlève, j'remets mon masque

tell her go again
I need to take a break from the bullshit that I just see again
Never thought I'd see myself in my own crib
I got no help, did this by

when joe bounced you just started fucking kazu wow
Never think he'd fuck up but we get you was just chasing clout

One more time that's it
I need

Yes muthafucka, the boys are back
With my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fucka

Hook
Max B:
You don't want it with them niggaz
While y'all

shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)

I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code

Gotta Question for Ya

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

endowed
If you measured the
Strength of my click by the
Length of my dick
We'd be larger than life plus a tenth of an inch

[Chorus]
[Aesop]
Ya boy

Rollin'

Bobby Digital

The Sting

2002

fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's

[Chorus 3.5X: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin

aiming them rockets
Like 3,2,1 bring the heavy
Straight from the pot eat it up like spaghetti
I'd rather get bloody let's grab the machetes
Capoeira jump

different cops searched me
They wound up taking three of our numbers to jail, and then when they left, I casually
Moved my right foot to the side a couple

Iron Maiden

Raekwon

Ironman

1996

walked in, my earth started kneelin'
Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine

fucking up the game you'd think my name was Raypitt
I'm never going back to my old ways, I'm upgrading
The only tracks you hear from me are ones that I'm

Chun-Li

Nicki Minaj

Chun-Li

2018

the court fully drenched
Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched 
Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench 
These birds copy every word, every inch

Delancey Street

Dana Dane

Dana Dane with Fame

1987

into the store to buy a Kangol
I took out my wallet and my fat money roll
When three females walked up to me
There was a white, a black, the other

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

XXX Hip Hop, Vol. 2

2004

times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with

times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with