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and I can't relate, so we busting the chopper, I swear I won't tell
Pack in the air, but it came from the mail, man that shit loud, you can tell by
looking for his best man
You a whore nigga!
You can never be my man!
You get doses of game and thug lovin
Now put your back in it nigga
Stop humpin!
Hit
cheese u can dip who be the cream maker
The smoke here I change from the good to the worst thing
Never turn ur back on ur mans that be first thing
We join
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
recouped
You're broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you femanine to blackball
I'll be serving you 'till
they doubting me
How bout we hang 'em by his ankles from a balcony
Yo fuck what it is dog or what it's bout to be
I'm all about the paper whether in
And I'll always be
But naturally
If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet, I cry "hooray!"
But I'm always
song, hoping it prolongs
My existence, I'm convinced if someone sees what I've written
And gives it recognition, then I'll be living to the next minute
of these people be frauding
That's why I'm exploring my options
My trust issues need some defrosting
I'll just visit the bestie in Boston
Work hard for
a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em slide
But if you're built for this shit then you might survive
Guess I'll see you when you wake
love it here and I be missing it when I go yo
Never catch me dolo, I always got Milo
Dripped out, that's for little bro
Be selling it by the kilo
Just
(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
by a cafe where i hope to be workin' soon
please come to boston
she said no, boy would you come home to me
and she said now, ramblin' boy
why don't
The year 2029 is gon' be the apocalypse caused by the Apophis - ME
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we 'bout to go on a shoppin spree
And if y'all don't
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
Bitch, this the nail in your coffin My punchlines punch, knock you well up the boston
My blunt so strong, one inhale and you're coughin
I'm the storm
matter? (Matter)
Does your brain matter?
Do you use your brain matter? (Matter)
Does your brain matter?
Come on man be honest
Is it part of the process?
Do
Tony Hawking
I got the power of Austin
Ball like 08 Boston midnight man ill sleep in a coffin
Ball like 08 Boston midnight man ill sleep in a coffin
Only
rang out in Boston town
Eight bells rang out in Nassau
The night the Merry Widow went down
By the time I was the bosun
The list was three yards long
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
harder
I just wanted to be a starter
Now I'm trying to be a baller
Big checks big volume
Spend it at Barneys
Hundred grand on me
I one man army still
Gang, Gang
They ain't never gotta ask this one question
Who's the Queen? Likkle Miss Obsession (uh)
I'm the one who keep you bitches under pressure
and see who I'm tryin' to be
I'm dealin' with all of these faults inside of me
And they're like fault lines but you'll never shake me
Even when my world's
, I'm telling you, man
But she was in Boston yesterday
Yo, but I'm telling you, I had her though, man
I'm telling you, she was at my house (where you
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