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high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
coming
A new year was upon us this test will blow your trumpets
Beat around the bush but the bat was the crumpet
An eat out at the market would stall all
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
and I ain't got a heater
And I give these sermons, but I ain't a preacher
At times the well runs dry and it's just sand
Maybe I couldn't eat good
in the mix
If I'm drinking then I'm chugging
Ain't no motha fuckin sip, bitch
I'm just me,
I'm just Twig
Skinny white boy from the N.C. sticks
I don't
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
when it's time to go
I blow up battlefields
Ayy, Battleship, Battleship, Battleship
All my boats are fuckin' floatin'
They said, "We'll get you in that
might have to up the score
Smoking good, good dro
I can't fuck with none these hoes
If she a thot let her go
I got Glocks let it blow
I got nines
Inhale the flavor in your lungs, baby blow on this Kush
I was raised by drug lords; distribute pounds by the bush!
Wasn’t given; it was took! Name
We back in business today
Aye, yeah, ain’t no choice
Gotta blow up, just me and my boy
Gonna celebrate and make some noise
Get in our way we gonna
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's
of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin
patience runnin' thinner
Backstabbed by her friend Katrina
If your life is tasting bitter
My boy Jack can make it sweeter
This that, this that, shake it,
put a hater on hold
Mix up the floor till a nigga will nod
You don't got to tell me what it is
When I get onto the scene
I just see what they really
I done made it too far, can't stop now
Nightcrawler when a n***a pop out
She suck it so good, blow the snot out
One, two, three, n***a, count down
I
up, Mommy get your feet off The Table
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow
everybody knows me
Track the package up it's been like 12 days
With my boys man I'm smoking on that purple haze
I've got hella ounces all of different strains
we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of
Four million and a half feet
That's eight million
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
my Halo
Im bout higher learning no Plato
So bitch please dont blow my High
2 strains, mix it up, Bill Nye
Switch Lanes, HOV we Ride
No rain, Easy
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