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she come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push and pull
So I push no pause and now she
Now she only want me yeah yeah

Now she only want me

the size of monkey fingers 
And you know that I’m the coldest heard your album shit was bogus 
Nighas say a lot shit the real ones flex by showing 
Got some

a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by

job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But

two doors
What you mad about
Re ignite the flames
That driving me to make it out
All this time keeps passing by
I'm losing track of it
I'm feeling like

Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I

to Nevada for the guala
Gotta kill bills
Cruising down Rosecrans feels so iconic
Ironic how the chronic influenced me as a youth
Now I'm dressing up in suits

Mr. Pitiful

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make

face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing

Bring That Beat Back

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor [CD/DVD]

2005

y'all don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin from bill cosby
What does he gotta do wit you doin you?
Y'all know what?
Dj lord gimme that cut

went from lil bitty bills to now its fee-fi-fo
Fumbling bags? Never me my bro
I flex my muscle for these duffles
Only thing I know
That everyone can't be

At twenty-four you should be living By yourself, not in your mama's House
At twenty-four you should be having A degree and probably a job you do
You

I'm just playing don't hate me for real
Two classic albums going back-to-back
Still ain't never gon take that deal
Unless that bag right ha
Got my cash

the price
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like
I'm just livin' life
And let my mama tell me, yeah, I ain't livin' right
Let my mama tell me, yeah

If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any

No verses written by me (nah)
Out to prove to all that I could MC (come on)
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam

get some sense
And by sense I'm talkin money
I got dollar dollar bills
Dollar bills on my head
Cause all you little chickens rather fight with me

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

turned from frontin'
All about my fetti
Stayin' sharper than machete
Eatin' rappers like spaghetti
Who can fuck with me? That young Nip, 50
That Bill

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule 
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional 
Ten toes down to move

(Intro: Bizarre)
Reel Wolf, underground shit
I guess I'm up first, right?
I'mma rap first?
Alright, let me hit this blunt right quick

(Verse 1:

I'm About to Hit Em Where It Hurts,
Album boutta Drop Like uh hearse,
Homie you can tell by the verses
I ain't ever Lie finna purchase
Whips

at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more