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class it, reciprocal
Run up the racks like I'm moving the pivotal
Woo on me
Bitch I'm VIP
Woo on me
Bitch I'm MVP
I get the (Uh)
Run it back
Run it back

like soul train
I keep em dancing
My verse cost a mansion
My adlibs like 4 pints
I'm talking actavis
Juug wit the africans
Rifles from russia
My dick

Verse 1
Killing on the beat I'm psycho/
My verse is like a 6 mil rifle/
World wide champ Mike Tyson/
I got a couple vowels E I O/
My artistry is bad PI

did to me is what I'm a do to you
I'll make you eat your own medicine
Open up wide here you go see its chewable
I'm not the one to be played with
That

your fo'nem, my nigga you ain't got the title
I'm trappin', my youngins they totin' rifles
Get the pack, get it off, and I'm not a liar
Bitch on my

your lucky
Cause i don't miss
Smart rifle i don't miss
I bet my old management praying I don't hit
Im lit i'm on fire and you know what time it is
Yea

Don't Turn Around

Three 6 Mafia

Most Known Hits

2005

my face

These bullets he gon taste


A waste of your life, steppin' wrong, I'm on trees

Best ta leave me alone, best ta go make some cheese

Enemies

on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)

tree
Infinite ammunition for this rifle

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm

my luck
Now I'm the thief I am
You became mine but I can't understand this

I'm a thief and I shot you with a rose
Loaded the rifle again and let em'

interest, partyin' with liquor, fuckin' up my system
Excuse my language, that's a hang up on how shitty I been feelin'
I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know

None of Y'all Betta

Jadakiss

Kiss tha Game Goodbye [Clean]

2001

now I'm tryin to charter a jet
F*** this hit the pound on my ?pinal? and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your

None of Y'all Betta

Jadakiss

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George coming through with all my blow
Right now I'm trying to charter a jet
Fuck this hit

like vinyl
Just look at the title, like, who you gone dial
One hand on the bible and one on the rifle
I'm sprayin, I'm prayin, they call that a cycle
Put

Yeah I’m lost can’t go ghost
Imma misfit outermost
Hate my sound I fix in post
I’m an addict yeah I’m dosed
Hint of sadness pinch of danger
Wait my

Ima be calm on this track, just like Baby Smoove
I'm cut, I shaved too fast with this razor dude
Light you up like its dynamite, Tao Cruz
Sound off

your depression let's lie in your confession
empty your rain on me

‌I'm fine
I just wanna die
Put the rifle on line

No one talks to me
No one relates
I

the Hubble
I'm team leader yup, but I did not come to cuddle
Kid, I'm-Kid, I'm building' up, up so you better gimme room
See the storm is close launch pad,

on the road so long god damn
Either you hatin or creating or a fan
You fake fucks can't stop my plans
Coming up just me and my mans
I'm ignoring the commotion

Another cigarette burns a hole in my chest
Fighting with the deamons and the shadows I'm obsessed
I can't stand it anymore need a surgeon to relax

mother fucker look at me
You get trapped in your human mind tryna play God, but I'm just tryna drink high volume alcohol beer, eat chicken, and fuck

Shorty fell in love with a thug
She got love for his dowgs
But she in love with that nigga only
Smoking on that za cause I'm numb
I can't trust

I'm too rich
I been countin' all these bans they keep me rich
You're not getting all these bans boy you a bitch
I been countin' all these bans yes

Damn I just Wu- tanged my only J
I just Wu-Tanged my only J can you believe that shit
Well fuck it
I'm trying to light fire with fire you know what