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the one you play on the album
More than the others

And that's why The Chris Allens spent a couple hours a day for an additional 4 months finishing
His

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he

face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th

I got my own flaws too 
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you 
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you 
Dark skin starting to think that

a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You

immaginario
Compra un dizionario
Ho sillabe killer dentro l'abecedario
Ti manca l'abc per fottere con Simon
Flow 44 magnum stendo un destro sul tuo album
Uccido

Magnum Be I

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

I'll wax yo' ass in reverb, reverb, reverb
Get off that gangsta man style, you just a clone
Wannabe fuckin Al Capone, I got somethin you ain't seen

gum,
Ya me hice mi indoor,
Me tiré magnum ,
Activo en el pun,
Ansío mi álbum,  
Lambebi no se ve escondido en el room,
Mirándome el punch ,
Fijándose en

the night i whip my car with no lights
Waiting for you cross by with a bike
I’m not alright i do not like anyone who Don’t like to fight
Never met anyone my

her when im sipping on my cup
Got a whole album on the way by the way 
But for now you gotta

Wait product on the way
I supply the bars
Sensai got

me on
That’s what you call spiritual
Lyrical miracle right?
Like I ain't really saying shit
You just blinded by ya hate
So when I’m saying it
You think

Un Casa

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my

rap

I sing
You know I've be tryin' to do everything
All in this booth, in this room
By my motherfuckin' self

Fuck whoever feelin'
Unless you feelin'

and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy

these stops
Time is ticking by the fathers clock
Past the point of war cuz that's what the devil wants
Thank you God
I love you son
Look what you've done

the dumbest questions like when you finna pop
I heard you had an album nigga when that finna drop
Tryna get me shook like my shit was bout to flop
But I'm

out my mind
But I want em stick wit me forever, I love you bitch, your love saved my life
My three albums signify the pride of my life
Drop my magnum

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

and your homies
Designer clothes and broke teeth
Laying in pavement shameless like you're stoning
Smoked for the green by dawgs
Living in ravines
Feeding

mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define

see you all out given enough overs
Fast bowler, hurling boulders
You can hear my mirth hurtling closer
It's my album or it's just a coaster
I'm an actor

say
"I'm not defined by what I'm paid"
And you may find this rhyme cliche
But that's okay
Because I'm happy, and okay
And like I said in Artist
"My

that I wasted with the drugs that 
I mix together 
Internally I'm fed up 
Depending on a substance that 
Makes my music better 
Are you 
Are you sure it