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shit, get a gun to your shit
I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins

Ohh-whoa, ohh
Ohh, ohh, oh, oh (ayo, check)

Speed in a Benz now, before

CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip

She be smoking
She be drinking
Like that white girl
Cocaina
She too nosey
Always scheming
Hit that prima
That's my ballerina
And she twirls
Night

"As-salamu alaykum"
Ma's was a base head could blame it on Reagan (ah)
What if I tell you drug dealer's God's favorite
Three hunnid for the plate and didn't

just the goal
Pushing but I'm slanging hope
Working on giving and go's
Fresh from my head to toes
Something like wine I'm just better with time
Seem like

knowin' it went gold
Head hit a cloud last time I stood up on my tip toes
Information from Birdman I never disclose
Crazy how I'm younger than niggas

Dot in
I'm a gangbanger, fuck your top 10
Tell your engineer make space and get your ass boxed in
I never fold under pressure I ain't gon' never

can't leave without it

Gunna

I Am > I Was

2018

Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't

to compare me 
To these Amateurs dealing with this mess like a hip-hop janitor
Got it situated like a tip-top manager
Life is a bitch but I know how to handle

mask yeah 
Tell me where the bread at 
Hugging bad that’s all I know
I Said that 
You can get your head whacked 
Lay you where your bed at 
The post up

Fight Club [Remix]

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

to get a narc
You guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark

Flick a dart through your top

'Cause I just keep flowin'
Don't mean to impose
I got plenty flows
From the top of my head, to the tip of my toes
This shit is easy, you know how it goes

Its that SSK shit

Not gonna stop
Down till. down till
I get to the top I feel
Tender love I love 
So our pain won't go no pain from your Brains feed

for free, she charged your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key

with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

[Interlude]
Hahahahaha,

deserve a diss

I do want my money back but here's a little tip
Fix your lies and hairlines before people send you clips
Two types of shots from cops, you

Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open

Whoa
Climb up to the top
Slide down the pole slow
Drop into a split
Stand up
Touch your toes
Make that ass clap
Let me

Gangsta ****

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy

2003

and don't know who to blame

A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,

Gangsta ****

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some

I'm a dog, I'm a goat (goat)
I'm a west-side nigga, hit your friend on the low
I fly by in three million, tell 'em bye (skrrt)
And them diamonds

in your draws
Hit it from the back, while ya ass hit pause
Mr funkadelic off deep in ya jaws
I love the way you lick
It up on the sidewalls
Open up

hoes, I need a few/ New school my bitch, old school my coupe / Rally the shoes, T- top the roof/ Fear of God your boy really dripping/ Real nigga

the rhythm it was true religion we came towards
When Sylvia Robinson became a hip hop mogul
Who could've known we'd ever reach the tip top total
Or how one

on your head
And I'll point out everything
Your fake, you lie, you cheat, you steal,
And you do it all wrong
Idiots like you are the reason I rap my songs