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[Drayton - Gary G-Wiz - Robertz ]

Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta

shit real!
Now who the realest everybody feel this
And everyday of my life
People try to tell me that I hate the whites
Cause I said what's right
I go

wrongly
Not even Ghandi could act godly
With the words you call me
You sick
The voice in yo head coughing
Talking Like
Put em in a coffin
That shit dead

Babygirl here's a heads up
I see dat you gettin money baby get ya bread up 

But make sure you keep yo head up
She get freaky when we do it she like

fuck up da neimans 
Got da mac out chop dat boy up cuz he reachin
Beh not act out wet up yo block ima leave em
Fuck rap clout I do dis shit for my ppl

Retarded

Webbie

Savage Life

2005

let me down 
Coloaborate 
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick 
Sbroil bitches don't want share 
So I'm taking dis shit 
I'm a 110 street cat

no means is this shit fair
Equal rights
Yeah nigga where
Yo life and mine don't even compare
I look at my son
And I'm honestly scared
If anything were

jaded Bent off on in a different cadence 
We here the latest the Mona Lisa feature Hey dis 
Ain't for the kids there's more to give Yet less to fib

Griselda? Man, what they-
Yo, come on, don't hate, don't hate
Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters, Griselda Jimenez
Like I

The White Boy Troubles

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

italian's funt lawn...bunch o' crab-grass underneath de offspring fo quick 'n easy sanitatium...shit! y'all provvly be savin' up fo yo first lava lamp putty

sayin
man im the boy man
yall niggas cant fuck wit me
man i got my nigga guttah guttah right here wit me
and if u--if u talk dogg the boy gone kill u i

Pinch oh
Chale gimme pinch oh
Pinch oh
Pinch oh
Pinch oh
Pinch oh
Pinch oh
Pinch oh

Here we go yo
Here we go yo
FOKN Bois bust up d scenario
Old school

and this drink I got is almost gone
And I've been doing wrong my whole life long
So here's my song here's my song

Five pounds of dro five rounds or mo'
Tore

got no time for games
I'm Yung Karma, I ain't here for fame
I'm here for money got to get it bro
See I was up in the field when shit got real
I was

scopes and I know how to aim (pow)
I'll park a few slugs right next to ya brain
Remove all your thoughts have yo brake lights blinking (yo hazards on)

Family Affair

Cash Money Millionaires

Baller Blockin [Clean]

2000

Makin' false accusations, fake boot in yo mug

Niggas trippin on that click'll take yo life and yo drugs

Cause out here ain't no love, just Miller's

genocide

Phony ass niggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)
Fruity niggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)
On yo shit nigga you not been, hoe (I

ain't here to show you better
So, we here to show and teach you
Bout dis NCZ

Pants on a ground
You looking weird wit yo Swag
My denims, match my jewelry

them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can

Just to get to a mill
So I'm surrounded
By different niggas everyday
And I can't even tell if they real yo
Niggas out here being industry plants
Man that

bout me

You don’t know what I had to do to get right here in this hot seat

All this money on me I can’t tell who by me

You know it’s members only tell

real estate estate estate
Put you right in yo place place place
On God
King shit I'm an alpha blueprint to these rappers
Real stepper with a stick handy

so cold
Til I hit em wit this flame boy
Wooooh
Now they can't think of yo name boy
Spicy
This shit here ain't for no kids
Cap ass boy
Oh he the manager

ain't get none last week
Man, listen, man
It's like they forgot about
A brother in here
Word, man, I'm 'bout to open
This shit up though, man
Who this