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your ass by your feet
And I put 'em both besides your head, you grabbed my ass and told me to go deep
While he was watchin' it on his phone, said, "She

to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do

Is this real or not?
I try to hold myself from walking but I just can't stop
My feet heavier than lead, they're dead weight
But I'm headed dead ahead

’m deceased
762s knock you off of your feet
switch in the back make them shots repeat
 know it’s by my side when I’m in these streets
 walk a nigga down hop out

get momentum, I'm not callin' 'em
But even though my head is in the clouds, 'round to the ground
My feet still there, care for the Earth Hopefully

scream my name 
Easy like piece of cake
Feel like I beat the game

I got the cheat code
Feel like I'm boogie in beast mode
Lookin like it's by design
I

name and
I can't take no more
Five, it's a lie If I'm
Not the greatest alive
And if you deny then you
Just igniting my fire, cause bitch
Six, feet deep

Don't Talk to Me

B.G.

My Niggaz

2015

If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla
 
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet
Don't talk

the sunshine, come find
Me riding Caddy, V the top
Off  keep my mouth shut while you pop off
beat your ass, see that I aint soft

Grab the trophy, then go takeoff

you can hear that boom
Mayn I'mma pop bout, two three X
And drop my drawas, and take this chewing

See in that M Town, we snort that blow
Turn around

a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure bout my woman?

Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga

I Got Pulled Over

Kid Frost

East Side Story

1992

Hey, Honcho
Get your taco-eatin' ass out of the car
What's your fuckin' name?

[ALT]	
I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do?

[Police]	
Get your

the problems where ya mama, reside
Gucci my bandana, 'cause I'm from the East side
Key from the Chi, and we so fly
We top 5, not 2, 3, 4, 5
Duh, that's

no skill
More on top is trash hooks
Man you get that deal
I can smell your ass from here bruh
You not that ill getting stealed
They say you only talk

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,

and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go

a wrench

Bitch, top hitter
Crack your bitch and your nigga number one spitter
Can't name a bitch fucking with it, it's unlikely
Treat your main nigga like

set your mind free (right now!)
This ain't much talent, I'm just a regular ass dude
With a regular ass life, and my regular ass crew
We just make what

But I will talk your ass to death 'bout how I made six figures (let's talk about it)
And as far as the ones left, ain't that many real niggas (not

The Bomb

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing 
By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan 
It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel 
Then a guy

a kill to me
I'ma take her down-down
Bring the ass round-round
Shorty make it clap-clap
Yeah, you hear the sound-sound (Yeah)
Got me trippin', I be sippin'

felt sooner
On our backs like Oklahomas I can't run thru ya
Hard to tackle anxiety if I don't talk to ya
And that's my fault it hurt your heart the way I

man, here we go with them choppers and guns
Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
Hope you got choppers and guns

I can hear my brother racin' whip

Spitting these bars I'm flexible and great
Watch me go hear my flow
All these rappers were a no-show
Saxon and Zac are both ass crack
And when I see Oli i