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your mouth like a smarty
It takes a lot to piss me off to the point where I get nasty
I was about to let it slide but you had to go and start me
Enough

built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate
We ain't workin' no minimum wage
How the fuck you hatin', if you

quotables, you can make your last
(Damn) but I be snapping like we losing half
Pull the blopper, then you losing mass
If you starting with the
Martian, then

ask I'm family
Nah i can wait in the car Ine tryna meet your granny
I can't even count on one hand of one nigga that can best me
He showing off them big

they names and imma kill you this a threat no ian playing
I'm too savage never lacking this big 4-5 in my hand
Play with me just call the reverend cause

plate
G63 off twenty-eights
New bitch asked for my bitch ass, cost twenty-eight bands
Yeah, ayy, and I love the way she dance, ass clap just like hands

your way, a freestyle mean no pay

If you sign a wack contract that mean

(No weight)

Got your John Hancock on the paper to say

"The band locked

might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit

Don't approach me on no stupid shit back up and put yo hands down
Walking thru the hood with that big bitch on me that's big momma
Stepping on they neck

ain't goin' for shit
Bad shots to your bitch, damn
Might as well call her Rick
Sasquatch, big foot
Damn, my money got tall as shit
Let these niggas know,

Ghetto Cowboy

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection: Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

masta plan
Since he already rowdy 
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?

novels and emojis that you sending to my hand damn
How you miss the plan
Dropped a couple grand just to do it for the gram
Sunday he the fan Monday he that

up doing donuts on the street
Yeah I'm Anti Mafia I'm rocking with the fleet
Yeah I got big bands pussy you ain't making green
I be smoking on the za

gonna do this of
Course for Bill Withers´´
Can ya'll clap your hands a little bit
Clapped his hands and he's dancing
Neil Bogart, damn

Hey, a little red

these lil niggas mad
You know
I might take a trip to Japan
She make it clap with no hands
You know
And I had to throw up the bands

My money twerk my

in Dior nigga I see Dior with them bands out/sexy classy fenti on when I'm nasty/first place who passed me/hoes mad they can't catch me/big tipper for

We caught you by surprise
I was bad, it just took a little time (Damn)
Woke up in the morning it
Was money on my mind
I was counting money from

I Get My Thang in Action

Method Man

Tical

1994

you it ain't no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
It's dumb and big it's dumb and big)
Mira, meth-tical comin through with

Harlem World

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggas who's here
And the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
'Cause this one is

stop fuckin' with
The little league, ooh
Big dog shit, tie me to a tree, ooh
Just ran off with a hundred band jugg
If a nigga want it back then he

know she get the biz
Up all night
Got a stack of paper
We so strong

Got protein haters
Yeah, your whole team haters
Bottles in my hand
Smokin' Kobe

scorching
Damn right
Got it burning it’s hot
I tell em
Jump jump jump jump
Put up your hand then you rock
Jump out the gym
Like the grease in the pot
I’m like

your back 

Pardon me, shit so funny, damn I had a laugh at that 

Fuck these bitches, you know me
Solo dolo where I'm at, you never at 
It's never that,

and blast
A couple power lines
Up your nose and choke 'em back fast (woo)
Clap your hands fingers pop
Stomp your feet
Down another jager shot and toss
It up