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Boy I really own the place the money only setback 
And I don't even wait
I do it like I say
And ever since the life I live my guy
Ibi so great
And I

is really why they book me
Oh it's over once the album hits the shelves
All I wrote that was inspired by yourself
Master ownership I don't need their

It's round 2 and all the haters got the nose bleed seats
Oh well you guessed it I'm a trapper and I keep my shit discrete
Oh boy your shit sounds

2 All You Hoes

Trae

Year of the Underdawgs

2002

they never saw
They gon learn by that, gripping a glock now tilt they hats back
Fucking with us, get your man some contact
Better believe that every

of chips like a Pringle
Drop a album
Mixtape
Single
I'm on yo head
Like a roof no shingle
Why you acting so pressed
No wrinkle
I be cutting through the mix

I say love, you say no
No more organic growth
Baby
I say love, you say no
I don't love you no more
Baby
I say leave, you say bite
I still need you by

at the top
Now they wanna ask me when the album finna drop
Got a couple milli now I'm really gettin' hot (hot)
Hottest in my city by a long shot
And I'm

goodfellas
On the tube
While streams deluxe
Is being post produced
Watch the boy rally up the troops
My heirborn paratroops
Dawning heirborn parachutes
Blowing

The vibes the vibes
Aye Gage how long it took us to make this beat
Bout dawg on three-four hours
Ladies and Gentlemen introducing my boy Liq and his

the dark
With me myself and my broken heart
He always been my nigga until death tore us apart
He really my day one he been by my side from the start
And I

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories

you god tier but you can't convince us
Cuz I'm way up chillin on a nimbus
Say you cool but I'm cooler rather I am Frieza
If you got a power I'll make

true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit

were my girl

Boys on the block are either
Getting their blocks shot
Or their shots blocked, they all suicidal
In the gym
In the streets it doesn't

sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Nigga's ain't fuckin' witcha man
Yadidimean? ya understand?
Guns-N-Rozay shit nigga
On the muthafuckin' set boy
Album

plenty
Unless its a task that Im given by Infinity
Now my enemy is every nigga in the industry
Tell em make an album full of hits then get with me
I keep

albums that don't completely suck,
Stop puttin DRM onto audio CDs,
That don't make it any harder to steal your MP3s,
If I want your shit for free, I ain't

feelings bout you 
I made a Whole album so they can't forget bout you 
To my biggest fan can't wait til they hear bout you 
Easy going dude always stayed in

Welcome to the second album by The Beef Boys
Certain views and events expressed may offend a select few
Take this as a warning
Connor nor George want

bugging you seeing the swarm 
If you not with it you're drowned by us all 
Spitting like iroh you finna get burn
Bragging and stacking that is my new norm

teacher
They can't see us moving dirty
Hiding our faces like sia
Silly niggas talking
Barking walking fuck shit
Spot em in my rear view
They know I got

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until