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to the club
He coming out with bag in

Hold up let me thank my brother
I wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for these two
They sittin' next to me they had
A mill

taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when

me to break a leg I'll be takin' the cast off
Tryin' to wash away all my sins, in the shower with a handful of bath salts

I want skin for my bed,

for?
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
A white boy broke her heart back in high school
Now she told me she ain't takin' white dick anymore

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

Bombaclot war? Hmm? Hmm?
Ramp with me?
Come on!
Mi seh!
Mi shot pussihole people for fun!
Who want test me, come on!
Come on!

All rats gotta

Middle Finger U

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

1999

Extort it
For somethin I might have smoked, roll it
Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it
I got both sides of the fence in minute

so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me

Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you

Intro

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

for you girl 

The first time, ever you sucked my dick 
Thank you thank you! 
I felt, the earth tremble, under my balls 
Somethin' shot out of me

Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done

JT First Day Out

City Girls

JT First Day Out

2019

side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't

Baby Bubba

Magoo

Indecent Proposal

2001

BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut

What

my life 
By trick or treat 
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely 
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me

Nowhere to Run

Ozzy Osbourne

Chef Aid: The South Park Album

1998

left for me to do?
Sister of the universe, selecting me in time
I'm falling down upon the Earth and singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone,

ain't shit and I stand by it 
If I say it, I'll do it, I don't gotta try it 

I can't sell no tickets or sell no albums 
So when they support me, shit I

my business financially,
And I fuck all my birches fantastically
I'm tired of doin these freestyles
Somebody sign me for an album please 

I got them

to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
Used to keep that blade closer than my own sanity
Always moved around young, never had stability
I have

about me trusting the process, learning to trust that process an develop it into something great
I hope you can take something from this album or learn

dinner
 You a kid??
 Bye. Fuck you nigger
I ain't really for the sensitive people, they're often calling me evil
I laugh at em while I'm dancing to black

Cocaine

Logic

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

2019

a black man lose
They wanna see a black man fall down
They want more blacks to sing the blues
Bank don't wanna give me a loan for my house
That's why I

moo
It's ya boy Dalvin
I pull up you move
Shoot at the head
Rico-shay Bullets gone spread
Don't come for me bitch
You is a snitch
Listen heard what u

these bum bitches ain't bagging me
To even see my dick, I need to see a proof of salary
fifty-k and up is what I'm looking for
Mean I'll settle for

Swanging out the ride
Gripping like the tires
It's album number 6 and I still got em by the neck and shit
Another album
More drip
So I got a new necklace
Ion

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick