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on that hoe, like
I'ma gangsta dripping rocking Carti's
If I'm in the spot you'll find me by the barbies
Cuban hanging, reach I'll make you sorry
Now don't

love with your body
I treat it with care
Yeah, they all stop and stare
Yeah, yeah, like, how did you get in here
Bitch, I'm rookie of the year'
But I'm

the trenches
Pop out a black truck with shiestys, on  my shordies really with it

Please don't force my hand, I'll send them demons creepin' through your kitchen

the funds
If I did I'd do something better
With the money anyway
I'm on my way to a Pulitzer Prize
I'm a young black Ernest Hemingway Goddamn
Don't wanna do

thoughts are negative
Positive
Ying and yang
I look in the mirror
Who do I see
A version of me that I don't wanna be
The clouds are grey and the sky is black

demon
Dropped a couple kins, they got done for some treason
Backed out the ching and I left a couple lesions
Pitch black nights, I'm never by my lone

party es un safari)
Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight (I got cheap thrills)
I know I can treat you better than he can
Si estos dos

choppers in my toolbox
Dope boy, all white, party on the yacht
(it's Dolph) man this shit too good to be
True, I need to stop, ayy

Pack touched down, I just

lock just don't stop the rock
With the way handshake body rock
There used to be a time like way before this song when
All the handshakes were like twenty

lying
Saying wallahi
Ain't no parties
If its parites
Then we slidin'

In Forgiatos
On some Yokohama tires
'fore I meet God
Know I
Gotta go big like Kelly

We're gonna black out
Coming down but then I drank more Absolut
Downers down, I can't stop this shit now
Round I go, high up high, but the flights down

It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin' it fucked up
Yeah

Yo the first dollar for me, I admit it the block did it
Murder came with

knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

And make it hard to live
And it's bi-partisan
Don't matter what the party is
The problem is larger than the politicians offices
Drug war
Stop and frisk
How

nigga...
Pull a lick today, and spend a house on somethin,
Bought a green diamond, thirty karats for stuntin'
I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this

stop and take a breath
Pop a molly pop a zan

All she can to get away
She just living the day to day
Grabbed her bags she got her way
Spent 10K

feet and stop yawning my brother you gotta 
Hustle O!

Yea, I know say you sabi pray to God 
But it's nothing if you don't back it up with work bro

to be was a
Ghetto celebrity
Gand you earned that by serving
Every sucka emcee
In a twenty block vicinity
Warehouse parties then were
Rockin' to beats

for rest
(Phone rings)
[Oh a call? Another crime? I'm on my way]

I've got nineteen days till Christmas 
Time to stop crime in its tracks 
Don't try

the saws and the fucking blades
Stop playin wit em hand em all to your mother please
It's pitch black and the silence is frightening
In here you can't hear

to pick up your shawty and if you try to fucking stop me
Ima turn this shit to kamikaze stacking bodies welcome to the rapture party
Cast your sorry ass in

doo, I'm dutiful in the paint

Profane prophet, I see the future
Givers who're giving slivers while profiting off the moochers
I'm inspired by Rigz

come ready or not
Dream killers got the green light
So I never stop

I spit shit
Like I got a mouth full of pop rocks
Watch out
I black out
Its Blackau

Necessary Roughness

The Lady of Rage

Necessary Roughness

1997

Uh, uh, uh
Hey
Uh, break it down, big batty, here to rock the party (c'mon) 
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Do what I must, ooh, what