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and pop off then I'm bootin' ,
The b*tch out my house like my name Martin;
Then back to the booth and take off like a rocket then off with the rockets im

my cousins
Introduced to God by Granny
I said that to say, I wouldn't be sh*t without family

Ima buy my momma a house
She kept me under a roof
My wife

Gangsta

Young Dro

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

find me
Shoot a nigga in da back of da I wit da 9E
Niggas can't define me, I trigga from da mouth you
Black belt ninja shit, I'm flippin' off yo house

trash cans
Church pew, hands pressed
Mugshot, don't smile leave house, no money
Come back, your money spend that, blow money
Sell that, blow money rambo,

be free
Grab the gun, hope gone
Took by a thief
In my house, shakin up
A dirty martini
Livin life, in the shade
Suckas can't see me
On the mic, lyrics

satellite
Visionary no after I
Visionary I don't answer nothing
Commit shit glisten in my paradigm
I actually glide Aston Martin
No it's not the car
I'm

pistols
Holding the TEC blade at your neck
In the middle of the street hollering out
"Who's next?"
Buck 'em and stuff 'em, leave in the sheets
To a player

one night)
Take a picture but I'd rather be alone wit you
Slangin' on some Remy Martin fuckin' in my livin' room
And get my bed sheets wet good sex slow

a dream
Met my homie on the swing
At Martin Luther King
He say he gotta plan
He bout to put it into motion
Later that night
Pent house view right by

Like braille but can't see me
They fail to really feel me
Now feel me like Ray Charles
In the house hearing crickets
I hear you too mama
And bear witness

honcho
Nigga I could fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket,

at attention, feel the tension through my pencil

My life a movie, it's arthouse, please show respect in our house
I am Sowdy De Niro with Macks Martin Scorsese,

Gucci to a mannequin
Crib in heaven by queen Elizabeth
rink in the backyard just for the hell of it
My friends up we are the champions
rent the whole

and thrillers and zombies in this bitch
Okay, okay, let's go, come on, by my nose, hit your bitch
Like a lime, it has me stiff, I'm that hoe, jumpin' off the top,

acting
“Feminine.”
When Giovanni’s father asked him if he was gay, He replied
“Yes.”
His father replied by beating him And shooting him in the chest.
I

throbbing in my noggin
I'm responsible for slaughter
Got the rap game by the collar
Ain't ashamed about it
I know some irishmen that's painting houses
I

us , to go by they rules
But technically this world we living in a bunch of hate, dude
We keep making black on black violence really popular
But if you

Fuck, my girl's calling me
Hello
Who the fuck is this bitch in your phone
Babe, it's nobody, it's nobody
Oh, hell no, imma show up to your house

paper would get so gad damn long
All inclusive resort wit 5 star catering
The calamari to me a by far favorite
Smokin weed you smell a loud ZaH fragrance

The Presidents

Animaniacs

Faboo! Collection

1995

the country picks 

D:Martin Van Buren number eight 
For a one-term shot as chief of state 

Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise 
That guy was dead in

Certified by the block
Gold 54 riding all chrome, big block
And the paint so wet I'm in need of a mop
Black and yellow Chevy and it's
Looking like a bumblebee

the trap house wit a glock and a carbon
Whippin up new dope lookin like margarine
You aint got no work you Tommy from Martin
I get em missin face on a carton

houses
And then shitting on poor
Black people and Latins you pieces of shit
That's for you rich motherfuckas:
Black and white in the mean time us rappers

Grandma house is day care
We ain't have no day care
Punk as police come around
You know the never play fair
Caught us by inches
By selling crack by