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Ay this tape bout to be a classic
You are now listening to 8 for 8 by TXMIYAMA the muthafuckin' Jap Boy
Big up my cousin Kazu, big up Justin, I’m

first off my homey Chris Terry gonna run game like this

Verse 1: [Chris Terry]
I'm on this mad paper chase, I'm talkin bout stackin them g's
I be makin

fast in amounts
Bitch, you ain't gotta ask what I'm bout'
Brand new bitch she a diva,
October baby I done got me a libra
Big bag, but I never carry me

yell 'Pass!'
Glorious salvation out of Mass
Rolling J after J till he 'bout to fucking crash
I done spent all day in a brand new spaceship
This new weed

Frauds be out here scammin' I can't trust no accountant
I be wearing brands my homies can't pronounce it
I ain't perfect but Lord knows I do my damn best

did it
I don't want your advice about this life if you ain't never lived it,
Mama wanted an engineer, but I wanted entrepreneur
She talkin' bout some

get it all, uh never see me fall, uh
If I'm on my knees, uh
Praying to the Lord, uh god help me please
Let me kill everybody with kindness
Hit your

might tear off my postages 
I rise to a god I hope everybody notices

I'm eating up the moment and consuming all the calories 
cssuming I'm in between

got nothing to worry 'bout after life
Bet I'll never trade for 25 to life
This is what I'm all about
I rep' my Lord my Saviour and I still live by

a Spanish bitch she calling me papi
I love her demeanour
She was trynna make that move on me before I even see her
Pull up to the function in a brand new

like that 
Hold on wait a minute, bring it on back 

Chorus (x4) 

[Verse 3] 
Little sucker don't know who I'm talkin' 'bout 
Kilo jam make ya get, get,

where I can't be
Here talkin' bout the shit they bout to do
And I'll be proud of you
But until you boys do it
You just can't understand me

Ooh that's

Thinkin' 'bout how it would be if
She was more in my life
But when it came to her
I was all bark and no bite
So summer ticked by like the hands of a clock

feelin it Mr Crabs
this is a stick up put it in tha bag
take it by force like I am breakin bad
I have no place heavens gate hasn’t passed
I’m in a cult

those feelings
Gurl get this healing
She got a meal in
And I ain't talkin' bout no money, dummy

She got the Word flowing from her tummy, tummy
She got

Can’t climb to heaven with your hands full of penis
Dropped the biggest load it done blown them to Venus
2+2=4 call me genius
Shower in pee and they’ll

nice
I cook up heat and I ain't talkin' bout no

I been going stupid going dummy
Beatin' on my chest like a monkey
Hear that loud talk that's the money

down
These Addics
don’t fuck around
Bitch we wreakin havoc
This shit ain’t capped up out of a ten
It’s like 11
Talkin
Cheddar
Weather
Heaven better
Feel

new g strang
I'm changing da game I'll stay lane
She wanted some sex but I got da brain
You niggas can flex but I can't in chains
I'm talkin' bout

a G
I ain't talkin bout no pills but my Patna stay with them P's
If I die and make it to Heaven Put Louis V on my wings
I been fucked up in the head

Still fightin paranoia 
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for 
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by

Stop playing with my nigga, we coming heavy (heh)

I'll show you some shit you can't see (for real)
New freezer, brand new AP (for real)
Who turnt? I

Just Be Straight With Me

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

[Chorus]
People always talkin 'bout. 
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
You're a hustler .
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
I

Gettin' these hoes man to stay on my toes
Syrup just kept me alive
Talkin' 'bout thinkin' like when
I'm gon' die
I dreamed of Giuseppes and Trues
I jump in