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The city never sleeps cause they keep and eye on me,
Make a few stops before I drop off the homie,
I'm a ninja in a black neon going bout 80,
Red eyes
oh, pardon me, Lt. Eubangdere! Allow me to apologize pro flu slay.
EUBANGDERE
Just take your hand off my box.
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
Yes,
You better get your name cleared, Bluebeard, fore they make you walk the plank
Better call off your watchdogs, General, fore they all pull rank
You
to put down ya hands
Keep em' high
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
Keep em' high
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
the bidness
Switch up positions her favorites the mirror
You can be loud ain't no neighbors up here
Keep the heels on need em right by my ear
Rub her booty til
pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, 'cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
Twenty keys in the spot
Hundred g's in the dryer
Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking
Designer and it's by PEW
My money wreak of Dolce Gabana
My Rollie
outside congregating? their masks get passed out
And I ain't got a problem with white folk
Unless my presence keeps you off balance 'cause racism's your
The hipsters been muggin' on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ah ha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ah ha",
on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my
love in our eyes
Blunt rolled, she got a bowl, got my hand on her thighs
Discussing life and all its issues, like why do we die?
Why can’t jump from off
Believe me I'm the one though
So baby take your clothes off
And bring your body next to me
(Yeh)
Oh baby
How long would it take a nigga like mjg
money
Then tell me what it's worth
I say, I say, said she want a boss just to
Sweep her off her feet
Hit her with the D and I
Can't keep her off the meat
the cancer, black thought's the answer
Gotta get up off the back porch, emancipate your minds
Get your bodies back from ransom (c'mon)
And all black hands up
to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
coke, but the keys up in my hand
Now I'm handing L's to the has-beens
Been a beast since your bitch became a fan
Fuck with me, huh
Better know where that
guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away
your bitch on my ballsack
Pushing a button to park that
Fresh off the lot, fuck the Car Facts
Might fuck her once and don't call back
Riding around with
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass
hands up)
(Blaze)
I catch'em while they sleeping, always on point,
Never fall off
Known as a black hearse, who came to haul your ass off
All your
then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber, bet that nigga won't stick his hand in my pot
Cut off his arm, bet he won't say that he
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