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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera
To hell with Gluck and Handel
It's a scandal that'll
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
[Hell
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
She climbed up that pole
Dropped it into a split
The way she shaking that ass
Make me wanna give her d*ck
B*tch freaky as hell
Make me wanna make
cheese
I keep this sauce dripping on me
Rep 410 and 443
Got Godly seasoning
I was sent out by the Father
Stay with bread like at the altar
Iron on me, so
vials and hard shells
Gym bars, pull up bars, bar bells
Shit, where you from, man? Welcome you to our hell
We get melted, ice cream, no carvel
Out
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
Evan's cries, he'll die! Devil's watching
Oh god I hope he's not watching
5p bags of sin got me retching
Live old hags for my soul come collecting
Hey,
a way to run a business!
Spare me these unending trials!
Half your cast disappears,
but the crowd still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel -
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
the original
More like seniority
Hang you by threads
This is embroidery
I know there’s more for me
Fuck the majority
This here is quality
Okt be recording me
sea's
How can the mandem not believe, eternal life and the price is free
To all of the mandem that wanna make P
Well take note cah there's change in me
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
lines
"Welcome back"
Fuck you mean? I ain't never left
Lately, I been by myself
Shaking down in commonwealth
Catch it at the top
See the ores right
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me and you won't win
A title like John Stockton
Don't even fix your mouth
Stoney P, JAG, Z and me
Together we're Anomaly
Yeah and we gon' make these records sell
Yeah this The Sound of a man who been crowned
Not by others, by
mistake my tastes
I ain't sweet I ain't bitter
I stay in threes company
R.I.P. to John Ritter
Had to swim thru shit
Now I'm clean as fresh cut
Things fell
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
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